Spirals, high walls and decorative imprints lie on old stones, ancient grey in colour. Lights shine into my eyes, instilling a glimmer of hope as I step inside the old brown mahogany doors. Greeted gently by the priest as I walk towards the holy water fountain, surrounded by iconic statues. Some are quiet fearful at a quick glance, retelling a story about the past.

As I kneel in the back seat, I suddenly realise that I’m alone, accounting for my actions and asking for God’s forgiveness. “It’s great to be back again”, I whisper gently. I made the choice. I felt safe again. I’m no longer alone. I felt capitulated by the same feeling that I once had as a child. Fulfilled with wisdom and faced the day with positive outlook!

Come with me next time!