Virgin Mary
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I have always wondered since the first day in which I visited a catholic church. The story begins as I came to the U.S.
While most of my friends who also immigrated just like me might feel full of excitement and joy, what I felt the most was definitely "fear". I remember the first image of my neighborhood, 199th street in the Bronx. It was drizzling and totally pitch-black night so that I had a holly terror. The buildings looked old, and shabby. On the streets, all I could notice were only loads of garbage. Also, I saw total strangers holding beers and shouting in certain language that I could not understand. All of sudden, one question came out of my mind...