It's been a week since I came back and I still feel a little guilty that I didn't fulfill my grandmama's promise to her friend. She did told me she understood but I know deep inside she is sad about it. I could see in her eyes how happy she is talking about her late friend and I made that brightness in her face deemed.
I continued pruning the rose bed in the garden when Reverend Grandmother Frances came running to me.
"Sister Sofia!" I look up and my smile slowly fades away. I know that look. The first time the Reverend Mother called me, she just gave me a concerned look but this, this is with a deep sorrow.
The sound of the steel moving, people murmuring, wind whistling. It's all muted yet so loud in my ears. My tears kept falling, waiting for something. Maybe, something to wake me in
