I stayed in the pews while the rest of her family received the body and blood of Christ. My knees hurt, and that’s all I took away from it, other than the fact that this was all so much fancier than my church.
Because my dad is not religious and my mom follows a pagan spiritualism, I have been raised in a Unitarian Universalist church. I have never been told what to believe, only given resources to discover it myself. And though I have the reassurance that my beliefs are wholly my own, it has left me in an impasse: what are my