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When I mention that I was raised by nuns people look at me funny, like I just confessed that I grew up with wolves. It’s true though, I spent ten years in a boarding school that was part of a convent of the Salesian Sisters.
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Today in the morning I smiled when I got ready for the day and it took me by surprise. I felt calm. So much has changed in such a short time. I had no idea how frustrated and hopeless I had felt until it all went away.
We all have childhood memories triggered by certain smells from a kitchen or the sight of a dish we haven’t seen in a long time. I am no exception. I love the smell of roasted chestnuts or freshly baked apple pie like everybody else. But in my case, it’s much simpler. There is no smell, no sight of cake, torte, or roast that transports me back to my childhood as quickly as a jar of chocolate spread.
I remember the last day in school, like it was yesterday -it was 35 years ago. I had spent the last 9 years here at the boarding school, so far away from home and it felt bitter sweet. We all were excited, children and adults were running around like chickens. It was time for our theater play, afterwards the nuns and our choir would sing for the last time, before it was time to part.