I am an eight year old boy growing up in a Christian family; my father is a pastor, and my mother, a Sunday school teacher. I have an older sister called by her middle name Kemi and a younger sister Bola. Kemi is ten years old while bola is only six years old. My parents are pretty hard working and are never at home. My father also works as an engineer for a petroleum industry and tries his best to make time for his family and his church activities. My mum on the other hand is an elementary school teacher. She tries to come home in good time to take care of i and my sisters and at the same time, prepare for the next day of school. Due to all these, my parent decides to hire a house help to do the house chores and take care of I and my sisters when they are away. Growing up in the way of the lord, I go to church about 4 times and my parent encourages me to be active in everything I find myself doing. As a normal tradition in our household, we woke up at five thirty am to say our morning prayers and then after the prayers, everyone goes about their own business. On one faithful Sunday morning, after our normal prayers, my mother received a call from a friend who has just had a baby so she took a quick shower and hurries down to her friend’s house. My father on the other hand prepared and left for the early morning service which starts at seven a.m. They left us in care of our housemaid. Before my father leaves for church every Sunday morning, he gives I and my sisters some coins to pay as offering in church. Our house maid got us dressed up before she gets herself dressed. As she gets herself dressed, I started playing with my coins. I threw it up in the air the first time and caught it with my mouth. I use to do this with candies and this was my first time I actually did it with coins. I ended up swallowing my coins when I tried to catch it the second time. I told our maid what happened but she did not take it serious until when I started choking. She...