But that's not the point I'm trying to get through here.
One day, whilst eating dinner like a zombie, my mother asked if I could skip church in favour of finishing up my work.
"I'm sure everyone skips once in a while."
"No. Sunday is the Sabbath. I have to dedicate that day to God. Unless I'm physically unwell or I'm out of the country or something, there's no way I'm not going to church."
"What if I'm ill? Will you leave me and go to church?"
"No," I admitted. "I'll take care of you. I'll just have to pray with you."
Here, my mother's smile twitched. I swallowed my rice and waited for her to say something. But she didn't. So I asked nervously, "Are you going to say something?"
"You look like you want to."
She didn't reply to that either. I hope she'll one day realise that Jesus can help her. He's helped me bear and cope with everything thus far. Ms. Joy said that when a person becomes a Christian, his family is blessed as well. Aunty Siew May has been waiting for her parents to receive Christ for thirty years.
Thirty years of estrangement. I hope my parents won't need that long.