"My mother and my brothers are those who hear the word of God and do it."

pray for my family

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I built them a house—eleven hundred thousand in loans, in my name alone. My mother and brother slept easy.

Now she said, because our family worships Jesus, she won't stay with us. “Take your wife and your one-year-old child from her house.”

I stood silent. My son tugged my shirt, laughing. My wife wept. I couldn't—not a single tear. Because that baby was watching.

The gate locked behind us. All that debt, all that love, erased by a prayer.

Is this Nepali culture? To abandon the one who carried you? I don't know anymore. I only know my son needs me to stand. So I will. Somehow.