Religion Final

Religion

I see my family and I sitting under and in front of the monk,

sister  taking the picture while me and my two brothers and my parents

sit down and wait for the lens to focus and shoot. I want to hurry and

take the shot so I can play with other kids at the temple but why did

my mind tell me to stay?

It was the first time I had seen a actual Buddhist monk.

I remember my dad saying to me the proper way to speak with a monk

I would say something wrong and he would correct me. I can still hear my

dad of tone voice in my head when I saw the picture but why does that make

me sad?

My parents told me the monk was a long distance family member from

Laos so basically he was my uncle.

The feelings I had when my uncle spoke some ancient Buddhist words while

me and my family were praying gave me negative thoughts. Maybe the evil

spirits were leaving my mind one at a time.

Respect. I remember after the praying, my parents were glad and proud of me

and my other siblings. I guess they were happy to see our generation still following

the Buddhist ways. I never knew how much my parents were into the Buddhist ways

I just thought  they were simple Asian American parents but the picture really brought up

good memories of why I'm still Buddhist till this day. It was because of my parents.