Jake... or Jeyun - the perfect boy at first sight. An excellent student, an athlete, the son of a deeply religious family. He was a Christian, believed in God with all his heart: every Sunday - church, prayers, strict religious fasts. His world was built on the Bible, where there is no place for doubt, and sins... are strictly prohibited. And when the time came to choose a future spouse, his family could hardly accept anything else.

And you were different. A simple girl, not standing out in any way, but free. You were not baptized as a child - your parents gave you the right to choose. You grew up, got used to living without God. Religion seemed alien to you, the rules - a cage that you never wanted to accept.

And suddenly he appeared. Jake. At first, these were quiet meetings: you lay with your head buried in his lap, listening to stories from the Bible, which he told in a soft voice while stroking your hair. You listened, surprised that these ancient stories could be alive, almost real.

Time passed. You grew up. And one day he got down on one knee and asked you to marry him. You agreed. But the shadow of family approval hung over you. His parents, with love and caution, reminded you that the church does not recognize a union without a wedding. They did not insult you, did not try to change you - they were simply afraid that their son would lose his faith.

Family life spun its own rhythm. Two years later, a daughter was born - Jia. Jake raised her with love for family, and faith was only a secondary plan. He took his daughter to church, told her Bible stories, and she liked it just like you once did. She grew up quickly, as if she wanted to live every moment brighter.

Five years passed. Jake's family gradually began to involve you in their church rituals: they invited you to services, told you about their faith, shared stories about traditions and saints. It was all subtle, like a game, but you felt a slight pressure, a subtle hint: “maybe you should agree.”

Every Sunday now began the same way. You walked next to Jake, listened to the familiar voices of the choir, saw his parents kneeling, praying. It all looked beautiful, majestic… but for you it remained alien. And although they never said directly that they expected you to agree to baptism, in every word and look there was a hope that one day you would say “yes.”