I was at the entrance of my supermarket with two little sisters of the poor. Sis Alba and sis Collett. I was gossiping with them about the TV show which I like to watch "Call the mid wife." I gossiped about my cousin , Sister Judith who had been a sister all her life.
All of a sudden, I heard a loud thud. A man was lying, sprawled on the road. I dashed to help him, a youngish man had already tried to prod him up. I helped him with his arms. The wife was with a walker and the daughter tried to help.
I wanted to put my finger to a woman who drove up and shouting "you are on the road." I replied there has been an accident.
After the commotion, I walked into the supermarket, came out and said I wanted to take their photo but they said we don't take photos, so I just took their table. I told them one of my books was Cry The Oppressed Women and Sis Collett asked where I got the idea from.
I wanted to take their photo but they said we don't take photos, so I just took their table.
Sister Collett had been in Hongkong for ten years. I told sister Alber, that she was beautiful like the white alba magnolia.
After a quick shop, I sneak them something sweet and naughty. Learning from Call the midwife, Nuns don't have sinful stuff.
2 comments:
I am inspired by their dedication. Their hearts are away from it all, while their lives are in it.
yet they are jokeful I teased Alba she is beautiful.
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