Pray to Your God(s)

content warning: mentions of death and loss. Youre young, too young to remember the first time those photos were hung up, the ones above the mantle. Sometimes you ask but when your mom tells you, the information seems so insignificant, it always slips your mind. Theres nothing connecting you to these people, but for some reason, theyre held up to such high regard. You pray to the altar every Sunday. Pictures of people youve never met, look at you, all dead. Even the late aunt you barely know, smiles down at you. Youre handed a lit incense and are told to hold it between flat palms. Send your p...