The Art of a Life
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When I was really young I would pray daily. I'd hide under the covers of my blanket with the smiling moons and stars on it just as everyone was going to bed, thinking that my sister wouldn't notice if she couldn’t see me and I was shielded from the lamplight. I’d pray to a God that I believed in then, asking that if only He kept my family healthy and happy, He could do whatever He wanted to do with me. I would pray until my eyes watered, afraid that God would find the loophole in my prayers.
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Religious aspect.