This is the beginning. This is the start of what will be a powerful non-fiction piece, but you MUST dig further. You MUST find the meat of this.
Firstly, you end with the most powerful declaration, and it might seem like a good idea to go out on a high note: accusing your mother, the one you'd loved like an idol before you realized some weak things about her. but really, that is the beginning. we want to see that fire burn through something, devour something, and we want to read the meaning in the ashes afterward, by which i'm saying you need to continue writing this.
it's well-written, what you have. it's succinct and grammatically correct, and maybe as image-heavy as something theoretical can be at this point. but you can get more specific, and that will bring real strength here.
also, don't be afraid to engage people in just conversation about your art to find new ideas.
that's why i want to ask you why you think your mother's faith is blind. her words might seem without thought to you, as she recites, but do you really think she grew up and never realized her weakness? she knows that it's because she's weak she turns to god. she knows she is believing in something that may not even exist. she is aware, but she chooses to live in the company of people who support that belief, that mode of living, instead of facing opposition, more challenges to break her down.
just think a little more about it. i'm not saying hate or be disgusted by her less (sorry if that's my bias reading into your piece), but think careful about this to find the truest truth you can. and write more. write more stories about religion in your life, about moments you realized your mother was wrong. write to me about eight and eleven and twelve and fifteen.
good luck. push through.
lemme know if you have questions.
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