You Just Have To
You Just Have To (2)
It was a considerably chilly Sunday morning in La Puente, California. Off of Valley Blvd. and Hacienda Ave. there was a Catholic church. Bells were ringing, loud yet somehow soothing, and people were beginning to file into St. Louis of France. Everyone was dressed in their finest attire, including the children that were just running in from catechism. When I walked through the two heavy, wood doors, I could not help but feel overwhelmed; the view was impeccable. (Compound sentence) Sparkling, the enormous stained glass windows were the first things to catch my eye. (Single modifier out of place for emphasis) Although this was not the first time I had been to church, I stopped in the middle of the aisle to simply stare for a moment. The church was filling up quickly, though. Not realizing how long my little daydream lasted, I rushed to the nearest available seat. (Introductory participial phrase) As the priest spoke and the service went on, I scanned the whole room, looking at the different people.
In the first pew sat a middle-aged woman, probably around almost 50. She sat all by herself. However, that did not keep her down. For just about the entire hour, she was up on her feet. She swayed back and forth, and she sang every single word to every single hymn. This lady was the first in line to receive her communion. I even saw her pull out her rosary and start praying the minute church was over.
At around the third pew, there were two small eight-year-old children, brother and sister. Both kids had an extremely hard time paying attention. The young boy was playing his Nintendo DS, with headphones on, of course. The small girl was practically asleep. It was obvious that these two were forced to come by their mother, the woman standing next to them. However, she was barely paying attention to the children, as she was too wrapped up in the father’s words.
About 10 pews in there sat an older gentleman; he looked around my grandfather’s...
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