The Preacher's Son
I sat on the front row,listening to Dad preach against sin with all act of seriousness.
I could feel the word 'sin' disgusted my father, and listening to his words gave me goosebumps.
Being a preacher's only child came with responsibilities and expectations. I lived by dad's rules.
I rarely lied, I never stole, I read my bible every single day, just as a pastor's son should. But still, I have one problem.
It started the moment my parents separated me from the opposite gender, sending me off to a boarding school, which consisted of only my gender.
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