Hells Bells by Janette Shipston Chan
There were little differences between my parents and my friends' parents. My parents never took me to church or sent me to Sunday School and they explained Christmas as the day some people believe Jesus was born. Most of my friends had been baptized or Christened—I never knew what the difference was, but their blighted souls were saved or cleansed as they needed to be and they could go to heaven. My soul was not cleansed. Did that mean I was going to Hell? Or maybe my parents were, since they made the choice not to have my soul pre-approved for entrance to the holy kingdom.
And I probably needed that pre-approval, on account of Dad's thoughts on religion and his near religious fervour for sharing them with anyone who broached the subject.
Janette Shipston Chan grew up in Thunder Bay. She now lives in Toronto where she writes and occasionally blogs. Janette is currently writing a middle-grade fantasy inspired by a paragraph in 'Travel in the Land of Kubilai Khan' by Marco Polo.
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