I Was a Missionary, and I Had to Learn an Unwritten Language

I grew up in a very strong christian home, where christianity was a seven day a week thing. My parents were both earnest christians who practised what they preached. And we had missionaries visiting constantly. We read missionary books, we went to missionary meetings. But eventually you settle for the fact that you are expected to be non stop entertainment and you might as well just be that. So this was just the beginning of the day. I'm not going to take you minute by minute through the day. But i was there, obviously, because i was a missionary, and i had to learn an unwritten language. No outsider, nobody that was not an alka, had