was dark when I decided to take the subway. I doubted my ability, but must overcome the fear of claustrophobia that I feel so many people crowded underground again, after a day of blizzard and rain fighting against each other in the streets. I went downstairs slowly, looking down to avoid seeing people when my feet were additionally tiny black dresses and laced to the ankle. Walking fumbling with tiny steps. I went a little vision and only saw a black skirt that covered the legs and also a heavy black bag, I did not want to distract the specter of fear did not come for me, but also overtook the tiny feet, but noticed when I finished down the escalators that were four feet in front largest vigorous stride, and also covered the tiny. I kept walking with their eyes glued to the ground and, again, more stairs. Tiny feet stopped, me too. Suddenly, a voice parallel to my shadow I heard her say "Mother, lean on me and give me the suitcase, I'll take" ... So my curiosity was greater than the fear and claustrophobic looked up the pavement. Before me was an old lady dressed in rigorous habit clinging to a young boy and smiling, pleased with their action probably by light radiated from his body.
half dozen steps ahead of us were those four big feet and strong talking animatedly. Two other nuns were much younger again only to tell the old lady, "Sister, give yourself more of a hurry, too late" ... I turned my view the young boy and quietly thanked him for having a youth so beautiful though Sometimes we do not see.
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