One thing I was most grateful for, to have a God we can pray to.
I could not imagine how it is for those
who do not have a God to pray to.
Primary Six examination was drawing near.
Failing it means I would not be able to move on to government or government aided schools.
I would have to go to a private school.
And we all know those schools were not good,
Only those not good at studies go there.
Those days, most children who fail simply leave school.
That for me was a terrible fate, to be uneducated.
"God", I started praying every night,
"Please help me pass my examination
and I promise you I will become a nun when I grow up."
I knelt at a table nightly reciting that prayer.
And, so that God would know how urgent my prayer was,
I would show him a face of anguish.
The feat became outdoing the face of the day before.
Little wonder Ma called me crackpot, and foolish.
I did pass that examination and I did become a nun.
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