extract from a letter to my mother.

If religion is real, I don’t think I’ll be allowed into Heaven. Despite how much my mother wants it. I don’t think I would be given much thought, not even put on a waitlist for the pearly white gates. Yet, I still say “bless you” every time someone sneezes and write “God” with a capital G out of fear. Those traits are drilled into my bones from a young age, though, so I doubt they’ll help me get into heaven.