LA-At my baby’s christening, my sister clapped loudly. “at least this child won’t grow up fatherless like the last one.” everyone laughed. my father said, “some women never learn.” then my 7-year-old son stood up, trembling. “grandpa… should i tell them what you made me promise to keep secret?” the church gasped.
They Laughed at My Baby’s Christening Until My Seven-Year-Old Son Asked Grandpa If He Should Tell the Secret The first sound that ruined my daughter’s christening was not thunder, not a dropped hymnal, not a baby’s cry. It was my sister clapping in the middle of St. Matthew’s Episcopal Church, slow and loud, each sharp…
