My mother believed in God's will for many years. It was as if she had turned on a celestial faucet and goodness kept pouring out. She said it was faith that kept all these good things coming our way, only I thought she said "fate," because she couldn't pronounce the "th" sound in "faith."And later, I discovered that maybe it was fate all along, that faith was just an illusion that somehow you're in control.
The narrator reflects on their mother's long-held belief in God's will, describing it as a source of perpetual goodness in their lives. This unwavering faith was so prominent that the narrator initially misunderstood their mother's words, assuming she spoke of "fate" instead of "faith" due to her pronunciation. This mix-up highlights the complexity of belief and how it shapes personal experiences.
