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Today I arived at my mother's house to pick her up to go to her baptism. She is a morman now. It was six thirty. She was suppposed to have the cerimony at seven. I walked in and petted the dogs. She ran across the house half dressed grabbing objects and putting them into bags. She finished dressing and began to shove bags in to my hands. We walked to the car. She made a stop at her car to get more bags. I drove creatively in order to get to the church on time. We went into the ladie's room so that she could chainge into her baptismal jumper. She blow dried her hair as I went through the bags handing her things she needed to use to get ready. She told me how much less chaotic her life has been since she had started going to church. I franticaly wrapped a belated christmas present for a mishonary I had never met so that he could have it before the cerimony.
We left the bathroom and went into the room that the cerimony was helled. She sat in the front row. There were no more chairs. I walked across the front of the room to the next available chair. I could feel eyes boar through the back of my sweater as disaproving wispers of "thats the daughter" made their way around the room. I felt as though I should be wearing a scarlet D across my chest.
As the cerimony started my mind began to wonder to tea and lavender aroma therapy. I quietly began to wonder why if our body is a temple are so few people allowed in.
We left the bathroom and went into the room that the cerimony was helled. She sat in the front row. There were no more chairs. I walked across the front of the room to the next available chair. I could feel eyes boar through the back of my sweater as disaproving wispers of "thats the daughter" made their way around the room. I felt as though I should be wearing a scarlet D across my chest.
As the cerimony started my mind began to wonder to tea and lavender aroma therapy. I quietly began to wonder why if our body is a temple are so few people allowed in.