When I was maybe eight years old, I suddenly said to my mother, "mummy, thank you so, so much for making me a Jehovah's Witness." She was so happy that she got my father in the room so I could repeat what I'd said.
I did it. I'd found the holy grail to making my parents smile. Within a couple of years, I was baptized and a pioneer.
This year, I sent her and my father a long email in anger - furious that they had raised me in a cult and angry that they wouldn't hear me out or have any accountability in the matter.
My, what a couple of decades can do to a puppet child.