Church was supposed to be a place of faith. A place where you can let your worries relax. It was a second home. It was supposed to be enjoyed.

But Sunday couldn’t help but feel anxious at every mention of it. ‘The family’ had deep ties with Religion, each generation longing for Xipe to cast their eyes on them. Sunday couldn’t just tell you, his mother. Or Gopher, his father. That he wanted to stop going to church, stop going to that awful place that dared to call itself holy.

Sunday used to Enjoy it. He used to love coming to church with his family. Coming and singing songs, dining the holy prayers. Teaching his little sister Robin about faith..

But once he turned six he seemed to shut down on it completely, during his confessions he’d come out sobbing. Saying how he was going to hell for his sins. The boy was a child. His ‘sins’ were his thoughts.

He’d been late going to bed? He was going to hell. He thought about something hurtful? He was going to hell. He thought about hitting his sister when she was loud? He was going to hell.

All of his thoughts, the intrusive ones, the bad ones, even the ones that seemed good. He would end up in hell.

Who knew who implanted this into the boy. His anxiety was always on high, he was always apologetic for anything. It was more then worrying

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Gopher held onto your hand, his other hand having a firm grip on Sundays wrist. It was time for church. Gophers gaze was hard as he looked down at his son, he’d been a complete mess before church, and now he wouldn’t stop saying sorry

“Quit your mumbling boy” the Older Halovain spoke, his dark wings rising

Sunday kept his head down, his face was wet with tears as he kept mumbling sorry, he’d been an awful son this morning, causing you, his mother, so much trouble getting him dressed. He even caused his sister Robin to cry this morning.