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This book is a work of fiction, any resemblance to real-life incidents is purely a work of fiction. And no religion is intended to be disrespected! Enjoy as you read.

"Amen!" My parents responded to the priest's prayer and I shifted my gaze back at my two sisters who were talking to some church members.

I was standing alone on the terrace under the sun while my family was busy talking to some friends and a priest, and I? I don't have friends.

I'm an introverted introvert who hates talking to people whether online or physically. I enjoy being on my own with my cat and laptop, watching movies, and playing games. You don't wanna know what movie I enjoy watching.

"Call your sisters, it's time to go home." My mother instructed me to walk with my dad to our car.

I huffed walking to my sisters who were laughing and talking to their friends as if they couldn't live without them.

As I got closer I avoided eye contact with my elder sister's friend who was crushing on me. "We're going home," I whispered to Ruth's ear.

"Hi, Matt," Naomi called and I smiled a little in response to her greeting.

"Get your butt to the car. We're leaving." I said to my younger sister before walking away and I could hear the ladies teasing Ruth's friend Naomi who seemed to still blush at how I smiled at her.

I walked to my dad's car which was parked at the front of the church, and slid in adjusting to the left side so Ruth and Leah could sit.

"Where are your sisters?" My father asked.

"They are coming," I replied looking out of the car window.

My sister's arrived and entered the car, still talking as though if they didn't do that they'd be dying and I find their conversations irritating because it's always about people, crushes, and clothes!

Why can't they talk about animals, places, books and movies?

"Is that what you were taught in the church today ladies?" My dad seemed to have heard how they giggled at the mention of the clothes they wished to buy.

"We aren't talking about something bad Dad," Leah replied.

"It's just clothes, and it's not as if it's bad clothes. We're planning on buying it for our upcoming church anniversary." Ruth chimed in.

"I asked if that you were taught in church." My dad repeated glancing at them from the rear-view mirror still driving, and they shook their heads. "Henceforth, you won't be talking about material things, and start discussing about the Bible. How many times would I tell you that?" He nagged and I laughed inwardly.

That would make it one decade of a time that I've heard my dad say that to my sisters, and they'd go back to saying Bible and religious kinds of stuff then the next day, they are back to talking about their usual discussions.

"You should be grateful I haven't made one of you to be a nun." My dad added his usual phrase.