my stand, my covenant.

i'm really glad that i've made the decision to go for baptism classes starting from this sunday 2nd aug. i've always thought that parental approval was necessary. so did my sister. then, i remembered she quarrelled a great deal with my disapproving and unbelieving dad. so furious was he that night at the thought of it. he smashed that angel porcelain which my sister had. i was young and my sister was afraid. frightened we both were. i never liked my dad. the things he says dont equate. he's superstitious, demanding and temperamental. probably of his generation of men. with the influence of my grandma. i didnt have a proper childhood. when i was 5 or 6, i'll help my dad with the vegetables. bundling the vegetables with rubberbands to using a knife to cut vegetables. i dwelled the wet markets. *i should stop here* i vowed to myself to never be like him. i forgive him coz God forgave me.

pardon my inadequacies in life. i will learn.

p.s: apologies for the deviation in topic. but yah..these things i'll never say. thank you Lord for giving me the opportunity to draw closer to you.