Bitch, I haven't been able to be honest with my grandparents about my religion for a decade because they're convinced that people like me will suffer eternally. And no, I'm not worried about them disowning me or anything. I'm worried for them. Because they live in a world where if their grandkid didn't believe in XYZ, then they would suffer infinite punishment. And I don't want them to spend the rest of their lives worrying about my immortal soul.
So I lie, to comfort those I care about. And besides, XYZ is not the sum of my existence. There are 23 other letters I love to talk to them about. Metaphorically Speaking.
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