The next day, I woke late. I know, I know, wrong way to start the rest of my life, but relax, it wasn’t that bad. I woke at 6:00am. I normally wake thirty minutes earlier so as to get in some prayers, like saying my rosary, but all I could do was say a few short prayers instead, before I went to take a bath. After dressing up, I walked to the chapel where father Marcelo had told us there would be mass at 6:30. There were quite a number of other boys my age already seated. Seeing as I still had a few minutes to spare, I sank to my knees and said some prayers.
Father Marcelo came in a few seconds later and the mass started. Though it was the same process and practice as the contemporary masses said in churches to the public, the one in the chapel was shorter and more private. After mass, w
