It was the year 1973, and the noise of girls running towards the Reverend Sisters convent got me out of bed. Entangled in my nightie, I struggled to get out of bed, rubbed my eyes, and joined the population running towards the convent. I was 11 years old and naive, a student at Queen of Apostles
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