Four hours and 30 minutes. That’s how long I sat in church on Good Friday. Of all the days in the Holy Week why did my mother picked on me to come with her on this day? Of all the days why did I have to suffer picking household peace over slumbering! Not to mention that this is the first time in three years that I will ever step in and sit in a church for more than an hour (Hey, I sometimes go to church, pray for forgiveness and thanking Him for my blessings but that’s on rare occasions!). I have long self-proclaimed that I’m a semi atheist (I believe in God, I just don’t see the point in having a definite religion). This day was a violation of my human rights!