A childhood memory of mine is rooted in my mother's dream for me: she wanted me to become a nun. I cherished her dream so deeply that I pursued it. I experienced daily activities they have inside the mission house. However, life had its challenges, and I was not approved for the postulate stage due to health reasons. Although I cherished my short time as a missionary, I realized God's plan for me was not the cloister. His plan was for me to be a wife, a servant whose heart belongs to a family. I never imagined I would enter marriage, but here I am. Heheh. 🥰 The first picture was a proof being an aspirant in a religious life.