Posted on October 15, 2009 at 3:00am
My sister lives in Hoboken while I live in New York. Every weekend, I pay my sister and her sons, Johnny and Hector to spend a little quality time with them.
One day over dinner, as my sister Karen was washing the dishes, Johnny came up to me and asked me in an innocent fashion, "Auntie Y, do you believe in God?" I was quick with my response. "No Johnny, I don't believe in God."
To which, Johnny cried so hard and left the dinning room. Karen immediately followed behind and… Continue