“Hurry up now!” My mother yells up the stairs to the bedrooms. My sister comes skipping out in her Sunday best.

“Coming mother!” I yell down as I quickly grab my small cross necklace. My family is quite religious, you see. Mother has crosses all over the house and I’ve never had a meal without praying. Each generation passes on old customs to the next. So I’d like to think that we live mush the same as my ancestors religious wise. After fumbling a few moments I finally get the necklace on.

“Tabitha! It’s time to go!” I can hear the anger slowly building in her voice as I run down the stairs and out the door. Now it was time to get into the car. This was always fun. My baby brother Jack always seems to lose his blanket. This causes him to scream in sadness till it is back safe in his arms. Then we have my twin sisters, Lucy and Lacy, who always dress alike. Not because mother makes them, because they want to. They think because they are twins and have similar names that they need to be exactly alike. It drives mom crazy some times and often she tries to split them up but they always end up back next to each other. After me and my mother gets every little one tied in we get in the front of the car and head towards church.

“That's a nice necklace honey.” Mother says to me, her voice always clams when everyone is safe together. I smile as I reply,

“Thank you, Mother.” Then from the back I feel a wave a hate. What is going on? I think as I turn my head. It’s Lucy and Lacy fighting.

“This is why I wanted you two to sit apart!” Mother says looking at them in the mirror slightly. They grow louder as Lucy screams,


“That’s my bow! I told you that I didn’t want you using any of my bows!” Lucy was furious, lashing her arms at Lacy head. Attempting to grab the pink sparkle bow out of her hair.

“Quit! I’ll take that bow from both of you and wear it myself if you don’t quit!” I snap while I twist to grab Lucy by her arm. I hold on for a few moments till she finally gives up knowing I was always going to be stronger then her.

“When I let go, you better not start fighting again. It’s Sunday and we should be thanking the Lord we’re alive.” I let go keeping eye contact with her. Once I trust she was done I turned back around looking at the road. Before the church is even in view Lucy is screaming again. This time not about bows, I couldn’t understand a word she said. She was just mad about something. My mother furiously takes her eyes off the road and grabs her. She had never done this before. She’s always been sweet and never grabbed any of us. Why was there this change?

“You know God is watching you and he’s not happy.” I hear then a loud mix of tire’s screeching, honks, and screams. In this moment I thought of everything that happened. My mothers words to Lucy.....She was right. God was watching us and he wasn’t happy. This was how he rewarded us.