Echoes of my youth

Chapter two

" My mum won't even listen to me, she would scold me, call me a bastard "

"Only my father loves me"

I felt relieved telling her those words

Instead she would say this words

" let nothing trouble you, let nothing put you in shame, all things shall pass away. you have a gift, a gift so special. Let it flow"

And every day, I will always go to the chapel during my spare time to either sleep there or pray to the virgin Mary.

This attitude continued until my headmistress died in a mysterious manner. she had requested to see me in her office on a Monday morning. Stepping into her office, she sat there looking at me with a sign of relief

"Good morning ma'am, you summoned me" I said

"Come and sit close to me my son" she requested

I grabbed a chair that was close to the bookshelf and sat closer to her.

" I want you to promise me something", she immediately said

I nodded in agreement

" That you won't steal again and you will join the seminary school and become a priest "

" Ma'am are you ok?"

"Answer my question son. do you promise me?"

I looked at her eyes, she wasn't feeling well, but I had to promise her those words, I felt like it was her final moment, but she looked healthy.

"I promise you ma'am, I will serve GOD and humanity" I gave her my word

"And may GOD bless you in the name of Jesus and the virgin Mary" she said immediately.

"Ma'am should I come over by break time" I asked her"I wanted to show you a passage in the Bible"

"You are always welcome my son"

Then she handed me a rosary and immediately told me to wear it.

"When ever you feel like you are giving up or in trouble, call Jesus, he will answer you "

I collected the rosary and left because I was late for another class.

During break time, I went to see her as I had promised and I was told by our fine art teacher that she was dead. She slept and never woke up.

Her funeral was one of the darkest moments in my life, we weren't allowed to see the dead body because of its phycological effect on our mind. But as her casket was been lowered down, I wept so much that I forgot I wasn't any of her relative. she was the only one who listened to me when I was scared, she taught me about Jesus, she gave me the most precious gift ever. The Rosary. Days passed and months before I wrote the state exam to enter the secondary school and when I passed it, I told myself I will make her proud.