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My father became a catholic because he loves my mother, and I would like to think that he actually believes in God. Hmm... I am quite sure he does. But I also think my mother aka dragon queen probably pushed him in that direction.

When my brother and I were alot younger, we would, as a family go for mass on Sunday morings. On the occassions that my parents didn't come, we would cross over to Thomson Plaza for cotton candy or ice cream instead of sitting though mass. I remember one time when we both had an awful fight over cotton candy and my brother ran off. I was so worried I had lost him, and thought that God must've been punishing naughty little children that didn't go to mass.

Today we have a family party at home. Aunties Singing Karaoke *shudder* and little nephew and nice tykes running around. Dragon queen has made it a point to remind my dad and I that we are to go to church, without her. So, I found myself feeling like a 10 year old again when my dad whispered in my ear:

"Shall we skip mass and go for a drink?"