HOW I FELL IN LOVE WITH A PRIEST

Chapter 3: The First Time I Saw HimI had been at the convent for two years when I first saw David. He arrived at the parish just a month after my 20th birthday. I remember the day vividly. It was a Sunday morning during mass, and the rain hadn’t stopped all night. The parish smelled of wet earth, candle wax, and old wood. Drops of water slid down the stained-glass windows, blurring the outside.

I sat on a bench in the second row. I was there physically, but my mind was somewhere else. I was thinking about my late parents. Wondering if my life could have been different if they were alive, or if I had siblings. Yes, I was the only child they had by the time my father was sent to prison. The convent gave me comfort, but I still wished I had a family. Someone to call and ask how I was doing. Someone to ask if I had eaten, or just to wish me...