Courtney Snyder
Joined December 2021
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Our Father
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” The boy folds his hands together, slightly fidgeting in the wooden chair. The words come out robotically, a recitation. He does not truly know what they mean, only that he has to say it. That’s what his mommy told him to do, and he always listens to her.
By Courtney Snyder2 years ago in Fiction