But what is really strange is that I don’t remember missing my parents.
I had, in a sense, totally acquired my new identity.
I thought... only of the present,
and in fact, eventually...
Well, first, I had to learn the prayer, the important prayers.
I was given a small prayer book to read. I could read.
And a rosary.
And I learned all the appropriate prayers for each bead of the rosary.
And I’m not sure, could I say that it was a game?
But I became... I became someone else.
The nuns were very kind to me, very, very kind.
The nun who instructed me in the prayers was the sweetest person.
She was a small roly-poly person, I still remem...
I don’t remember her name, but I remember her being so warm and loving.
And learning was no problem for me because I was pretty good at that.