Yo soy una madrina

This is Katarina. She asked me to be one of two madrinas (godmothers) at her communion. Yes, her mom knows my feelings about religion and told me all I had to do was say amen, and if asked at least profess to be a Christian (in essence, lie). I even took the communion wafer, which tastes like styrofoam.

This isn't something I would have ever done in the US, but Katarina adores me and wanted me and her aunt as madrinas, so how could I say no?