STORY OF THE LITTLE NUN - 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 4

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𝓒𝓸𝓯𝓮𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽...
It was my first day to school. As I stepped out of my little bed the cold of the icy floor crept slowly inside my feet. I was reminded of the smell of my mother's warm black coffee back at home... I could literally feel it's smell. My heart wished for one such now. But no one brought me coffee... There was no one like her who would miraculously let my simple dreams come to be true. I missed her a lot...
I wore my shoes and dragged myself to the washroom. I had a hot water bath and came to the kitchen where sisters were busy preparing the breakfast. They were anxious that I would be hungry with the ordinary corn flakes breakfast. So they were trying to prepare some steamed cakes for me. I knew, to prepare this they had to get up much early. I felt very bad that I made their day even more strenuous. I said that it was not necessary and the ordinary cornflakes would be enough. But they would tell " you are young and need to eat well." I promised them I would make them breakfast from next day onwards. I loved cooking and loved to see people enjoy food. So I was really happy to do it. They said they would be happy to help.
After keeping the breakfast ready we got inside our small chapel to pray.
         We finished our prayers and that day sisters were happy that after a long time they had someone to sing the hymns which made our prayer much alive. We had breakfast. I struggled to have It so early. It was only 6.00 AM, not even the sun dared to wake up so early in this winter chill. Soon we locked our apartment and went off to school.
         


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