When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”
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Chapter 7 - THE CHURCH
Strangely, I never hated Saint Thomas Aquinas.
Florence played piano there.
At first, she gave me the choice not to attend.
Then one Sunday I went.
The pew was still there.
For several months I refused to sit anywhere near it.
Eventually I did.
Nothing happened.
No flashback so dramatic that the windows shattered.
Just sunlight.
Dust.
A hymn.
People turning pages.
May you like
Slowly, the building stopped belonging exclusively to the worst afternoon of my childhood.
That mattered.
