A story about forgiveness
By the time I was eleven years old, I had spent four long years going to church every weekday at my private school. I listened to the pastor, I sang the songs, I wrote poems about Jesus and I do believe this was a wonderful foundation in which to be exposed as severe neglect was present in my home.
Now, I am not highly religious anymore. I may go to hell, I may be part of Wicca but I do…