EROS
Port sat on a picnic cloth with his legs crossed; he distributed sandwiches to the kids forming a straight line. His face was a perfect picture of euphoria."Eros," I turned to my left and saw a familiar face. She was wearing a plain white shirt and navy blue skirt with a veil on her head. It was Sister Connie, the pre-school teacher in the orphanage. She was smiling at me as she approached.
"Sister," I greeted, bowing my head.
"God bless you, son," she said, patting my head.
"It's been ages, sister,"
"When was the last time you have visited here?"
"Last year. I think May," I answered shortly. I joined her walking around the field where picnic setups were made.
"Ah, it was Sister Ely's birthday. Blessed her soul,"
I nodded. I finally recalled it was Sister Ely's birthday celebration,
