In this quiet town by the sea, which most of the people fish for a living, I live with my family—with my mother, father, younger sister, and grandmother. Our relatives live here as well, but they live in a different house and in a different part of the town and some in the nearest city. Which is on the other island across the sea or on the other side of the mountains.
You know, living in this town by the sea, the people here are religious and stick with traditions too much. Once they see you different from them, that's when discrimination kicks in.
So no one in my family or even my friends know that my faith is fading away. I don't know why it was fading but whenever I feel like I am suffocating in this town, I go up the cliff where I can breathe and think about things in my life or I go down our basement to suffocate myself more than I was. Especially when thinking about my crumbling faith.