“Thank you for offering to help, Gabriel,” Sister Pauline said. Her eyes were red rimmed from crying, and I had to look away before she made me start to cry too. “Father Thomas was very fond of you.”
“I wanted to help,” I said, as I started to carefully take down the framed photos from the shelf behind the Father’s big cherry wood desk. There were so many pictures of the kids he’d helped at the church and school. I was in one of them, smiling with my friends. “He was very good to me when my father left us.”
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Date: 2010-06-30 05:47 pm (UTC)From:“I wanted to help,” I said, as I started to carefully take down the framed photos from the shelf behind the Father’s big cherry wood desk. There were so many pictures of the kids he’d helped at the church and school. I was in one of them, smiling with my friends. “He was very good to me when my father left us.”