The Gift of Hospitality

As a child, when i couldn't speak unti was abov five, six years old. My father would push us to and again, he pushed us because he felt that it was te right thing to do ina, sort of pay respects to. We come from a very confucius very, if you imagine tais chinese family, where you hare to pay respects to those that have passed. And my mother would always say, lote you to honour your father. But at the same time, after this, you just pray for forgiveness. By his teen age years,  it just kept chipping away. I became an atheist. Sudden events happene