Proving the Missionaries Wrong
Proving the missionaries wrong was all any of it was to me.
I was happy & content when I met them! I thought religion was only something people turned to when something was going wrong in their life—
a supposed God as some sort of mental comfort But that wasn’t me.
I was not seeking. I was happy and content and I didn’t need help from anyone or anything, definitely not religion. I was set out to ruin the missionaries’ life, acting how they taught me only so I could go back