Terry pulled into the driveway of his childhood home, a wide smile spreading across his face. After four long years of studying, exams, and late-night cramming, he had finally graduated from college. The sun was shining brightly, and the familiar scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass welcomed him back. He felt a surge of strength and confidence, ready to take on whatever the future held.

He unpacked his bags quickly, eager to settle in for just a few days before heading out into the world. He had plans-an internship in the city, a new apartment, a career in his chosen field.

His mother, Mrs. Carter, was in the kitchen humming softly as she prepared dinner. She spotted him through the doorway and her face lit up with a warm smile.

“Baby! You’re finally home,” she exclaimed, rushing over to give him a hug. “It’s good to have you back.”

Terry returned her hugged, feeling the familiar comfort of his mother’s embrace. “Feels good to be home, Mom. Just a few days, then I’m off again.”

Mrs. Carter nodded, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. “Well, I was thinking… since you’re here, why don’t you come with me to the Pentecostal church tomorrow? Just for a little while. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you there.”

Terry blinked, surprised. He knew his mother was deeply religious, and he’d always gone along with her out of respect, but he didn’t share her faith. He thought it was a bit silly sometimes-these long services, the singing, the praying. But he didn’t want to disappoint her.