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Mama always prays for me even when I had no issues to worry about. Prayers in our home is of normal routine. You pray earnestly then your place at my father's house is ensure.
I have always been watched closely by my mom anything we enclosed our selves in the evening prayers. The devil should be afraid by now. The entirety of this continua combashing and knocking our heads against the bench every morning and evening has become a stain in my blood. Even in my sleep, I still pray. There has never been a day left out that my spirit has taken a break out of this recession.
Pray!... children, my mother would shout at the top of voice . My mouth would move like the Ernest scorpion. Waiting until the she watches me no more. Mama prays fervently....but her children are unjustly and pretenders.
