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Christian nodded before he decided to ask, “What else does your mama say?” “Mama?” He grinned, adding, “Mama says that we should not lie, disrespect elders, gossip about someone or fight with someone.” Christian nodded, keenly listening to the kid, who added, “She says we should help others, forgive others, should not grummle about anything but pray about evveything,” he spread his arms for the last word, indicating everything. Christian chuckled. “She seems like a wise woman,” he said in acknowledgement. “Vu-mhn, what?”

Charlie was extremely surprised and blurted out, “Uncle, what were the books my parents were reading? Do you remember?” Christian thought for a moment, saying, “If I remember correctly, it should be titled something like ‘Apocalyptic Book’, but I can't remember exactly.” Charlie widened his eyes and subconsciously asked, “Uncle, are you sure it was the Apocalyptic Book?!” Christian suddenly came to a realization and said, “Yes, yes, yes! It's called the Apocalyptic Book! The Preface to the Apocalyptic Book sounded strange to me at first. I thought it was a classic book, but your dad said it was the key to opening another world. I always thought he was a bit crazy…”

What do they read in the new schoolbooks? Christian parents, ask your children to show you these books, particularly the history books used in the secondary schools. You will be appalled to see how these books, in complete disregard of historical truth, seek to fill inexperienced children with mistrust of Christianity and the Church, indeed with hatred of the Christian faith. In the favored state educational establishments, the Hitler schools, the new teachers' training schools, all Christian influence and even all religious activity are excluded as a matter of principle. And what is happening to the children who were sent last spring to remote parts of the country to escape the air raids? W

At that moment, as his hand found the door knob, Christian could feel his entire body getting cold. "I'm sorry Chris, I'm so sorry." He didn't look back as he stepped out, tuning off his mother's voice. What had he really expected by going to see her? More plans from his father to finish him? For what? He grew up thinking that parents were supposed to be proud of their children. For his parents though? One was money hungry, the other one was both greedy, jealous and just monstrous.

But still – it’s rather shocking. My eyes are wide as I pop the caps off of beers and set them in front of Frankie and Nico, listening to them tell me about how Christian’s father found the woman who ran away when she was pregnant and brought the preteen Christian back with him, refusing to let his son grow up outside the fold.

' Nova said, he knew things will become this way, Maya was acting weird in front of Noah and the latter was going to his father being intimate with another woman, eventually, that's not good. 'What's wrong with the way I am acting? You said to take care of Noah, I am doing that, you said to act like a loving couple in front of him and I am trying.' 'No you are not, Lennon is trying, you, not so much and I will tell you something to keep in your head, children are smart and Noah is the protagonist of this world, don't you think he will find it weird once his dad has an affair? What do you think that will lead him to? What if he finds out later in life? Did you ever think about that? What do y

Our counseling sessions had continued, not because there was anything wrong going on between Damien and I but because I needed answers for future issues. "We're both growing and sometimes I fear us backsliding and giving up on Christianity because of how clueless we are." I opened up to her. "The solution to this is to commit to growing. Through more time spent fellowshipping with the brethren and giving yourself to study. There are several Christian books that can guide you on your journey and the Bible is the number one book to look to. It is God's Word." She said. I nodded, "Book recommendations?" "Sure." I took out my journal and jotted down a list of books as she mentioned the names and

"Sabrina was such a good kid. She was pretty, sweet, and everyone in the neighborhood liked her. How did she end up with parents like that?" "Exactly. This is murder, plain and simple. An eye for an eye wouldn't even be enough!" "The book should be thrown at them! If you don't want to raise a child right, don't have one. What century is this? Who still favors one child over another like that?" "They deserve to die!" Mom and Dad didn't argue. Instead, the corners of their mouths lifted slightly. "If only they'd let me pay for it with my life. Now that Sabrina's gone, I don't want to live either. Olivia shouldn't have murderers for parents." They both murmured approximations of this sentiment.

Christian sat next to my bed holding my hand. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Terrified." "Why?" "Because I don't know how to be a mother." "You'll learn." "What if I do everything wrong?" "You won't do everything wrong." "What if I can't take care of the baby?" "I'll help you." "You will?" "Of course I will." "Christian, what if the baby doesn't like me?" "The baby will love you." "How do you know?" "Because you're going to be an amazing mother."

At first because he hated bad smell of peasants that passed him and he always wanted to smell good. William would like to believe that his father had grown up poor that when he finally became well off, he overextended and made everyone below him and insight miserable. William perused through his father's books on the dusty shelves, it seemed no one had been here ever since. In between the books, William found one that looked odd, not very interesting until he opened any random page. Christian finally learnt how to walk, I was getting worried. All my children walked before the age of two. I'm very delighted it has finally happened.