When I was young,
I used to go to a Vietnamese church every Sunday, religiously.
I can't speak Vietnamese...
My mother shamed for not teaching me, I'm shamed for not knowing. I used to know, but going to school made me forget. but I still know when my mom is talking about me.
Have you ever been to church?
Have you ever been to a sermon where everyone speaks in a tongue you don't understand? I remember falling asleep, I was four years old.
I stopped going.
I don't remember why, all I know is that my mom and I stopped going, after I broke my arm.
The pastor was stealing his sermons from other people online, that's what my aunt said, I didn't know. But it didn't mean much to me. I can't speak Vietnamese.