Fictions by Ima.

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Father then at that moment told us a bit about 1 Corinthians 13. Father liked to talk about love and the love of God for us. Sometimes he made the bible seem like fairy tales that you could never get tired of reading but to me, that's all they were. Fairy tales. They never seemed real, never seemed like something that actually happened. Sometimes I read the stories in the bible and laughed at how impossible all of them sounded. I never really understood how people who were literate and very well educated could believe such stories. I believed that with time, people would begin to see their foolishness is believing such fairy tales, such tales by moonlight, such fiction. Oh!! How I laughed at my family members especially. Sometimes when I teased them, they would all go with me and begin to tease me as well about how they would begin to turn water to wine right before my eyes and walk on water and raise the dead and I would be the one bowing to them and calling them Sir, Ma, asking ...

Although I had my problems, I was never one to throw it to the face of my family members. Its not like they didn't know, they were fully aware, but the love they showed me was so overwhelming that I could never do anything to hurt them intentionally. I was the 3rd child of my parents out of 5 children. My mother called me the Bridge of the family. She said since I was the middle child, I was to bridge the gap between my elder ones and my younger ones so no one felt left out in the home. Mother always did this sort of thing, she always made everyone feel special and important in the home. She gave each of us assignments which were essential to the growth of the family. They were not chores nor tasks that you did and that was it, they were more like missions which would last for our entire lifetime. My elder brother was the first and he was the Protector, my elder sister was the Giver, I was the Bridge, my younger sister was the Lover and the youngest of us, my brother was the Peace...

It was around 10pm when father called us all out. We were a family of 7. My father always said that the number 7 represented perfection but I never really saw any perfection in my life. Although my family was not poor and we never lacked anything, I just never really felt complete. So I basically used other things to fill the void in my life. Alcohol, Weed, Cocaine, Sex, all that you could ever think of that would give you pleasure for just a few minutes. When I first tried some of these things, the pleasure lasted longer but when I continued, it seemed like the pleasure was for a shorter period. Everyone else in my home seemed to be very joyful almost always. They were so content, sometimes I could feel their freedom but I wondered how we could all grow up in the same house and still feel an awkward distance between us. It seemed like something held me back but I wasn't sure what. My father was a Godly man and so my family was what you would call a Christian home. We all knew w...