The Boy, Padre and the Abbess

The boy, the padre and the abbess. The padre hung in the bell fry the boy didn’t know at the time, the padre was his father; this once proud man reduced to a pathetic shadow of himself. The old woman, he didn’t call her mother, told him before she died of a tragic love story. When the abbess was young, she was swiftly sent away when returning, she was pale and drawn and spent her life in prayers and meditation, asking God’s forgiveness. She had sinned, but the truth had to be a hidden mystery. With the help of her God, her sin was seen as an apparition A dream she once had. For the padre who had lost his faith, it was cumbersome he was a man of flesh and blood and with nothing to hold on to took to drank, sitting in his sacristy drinking late in the night towards dawn. He used to go and watch the boy play in the garden and thought of taking the boy away drive to another town get a job; looking at his white hands, asked who wants to employ a former priest, and anyway he lacked the strength of resolve. He stopped walking past where the boy lived the old woman stopped him, thought people might see and draw the wrong conclusion. When the boy knew this, he was 19 years old with a dead father and a mother hid in the holy spirit of the catholic faith, he sold the old woman’s house, left the town to seek the meaning of his life.