There was so much pressure within the church to change and to become perfect.

One of my tasks in the graphics team was to select photos for use in media publications and to report to the church’s headquarters in Korea.

My daughter would often cry during services. I would take her out because she was disrupting the service and try to soothe her, but nothing seemed to work.

After my daughter was born, I spent one unpleasant day crammed in a tiny room for infants in the kids quarters with other new mothers before being granted special permission to bring her to the tech area.

Shortly before I was supposed to give birth, my parents drove from Maryland to visit the church I attended in New Windsor, New York.