Today my parents had visitors. The priest from the church and some other friends had come to visit. It was a Sunday afternoon. My mom had prepared enough food to feed the entire town.
“How are you my child?” The priest asked
“I’m good, Father. How are you?” I asked in response.
My mom came in, “Honey, this is Father John, he just moved from England. Father, this is my baby, Ixora” she introduced and left.
Speaking with the priest was awkward, he asked why I wasn’t in church with my parents earlier today. After talking, he did a little prayer and I raced back to my room, I didn’t want to greet anybody else.
As I moved, I noticed someone sitting in our kitchen. It was Paula, I hadn’t seen her in ages.
“Paula!” I say and rush to hug her. Paula was my bestie in middle school. Her Mom wa
