The heavy church doors swung open with a loud creak. In burst a young Black girl, no more than 9 years old. “Daddy, I need you!” she cried out at the top of her voice. The priest looked up in shock. Who is this child? Why is she here,? And why is she calling the priest “Daddy”?
Celeste was only nine, but she had seen more hardships than many adults experience in an entire lifetime. She had bounced from one foster home to another for years, never staying in one place long enough to call it home.
Celeste’s mother had passed away when she was very young. Her father was a mystery, a ghost from her past she barely remembered. The church had always been a place of solace for her. She often snuck in during the evenings to find comfort in the serene atmosphere and the gentle flicker of candlelight. It was here that she first met Father Matthew. He was a kind man in his early 50s, with gray hair and a calm presence that put people at ease. Father Matthew had an unexpected role in the community; he was……Read Full Story Here………………….
