The morning sun shone gently through the colorful stained-glass windows of the convent, casting soft, rainbow-like patterns on the cold stone floors.
Morning prayers had just ended, and a peaceful silence filled the building. The nuns moved quietly through the hallways, speaking in hushed tones as they went about their usual duties.
But one nun, a young trainee named Sister Beatrice, didn’t walk calmly like the others. She was hurrying through the halls, her footsteps loud and quick against the stone floor. Sister Beatrice, what’s the rush?” asked Sister Martha, one of the….Read Full Story Here……..
