I was on my way home today, and I passed my mother on the road.
Tears came to my eyes immediately, just at the sight of her face.
I hate this religion.
but I love my mom.
I can't even remember, when the last time we spoke was.
I just want to sit down and talk to her, but I can't- I won't- because its her fault. I left a religion, she left her son. Someone has to pay, and at the moment, it appears to be me.