my mother was a very devout woman. she had wanted her first born to become a priest. and she had wanted her first daughter to become a nun. her very first daughter unfortunately died in her infancy. so when i was 12, she expressed her wish that maybe i could become a nun.
the conversation more or less went like this:
me???
yes, she said.
but why? i asked.
but why not?
because maybe i want to have sex when i grow up? plus i can't be praying all the time, i have other plans!
that promptly got me sent to my room, without supper, and ordered to go the confessional the next day.
if my mother had lived longer, she probably would not insist on her dreams of me becoming a nun, but being an obedient daughter (scoff, scoff!), i probably would have married that nice boy alberto, had a dozen or so children and ended up with my boobs hanging to my knees before i was thirty-five.
no, can't see myself either way. better like i am now. trust me.
for five plus two's misfit theme this week.
i had to crop off my face because it didn't go with the props. heavens forgive me.
