Chapter Eight

Jospehine.

She sat on the chair with her black gown that was touching the floor, her hair in an arranged bun with a scarf that covered it, she did a little makeup, powder, mascara and lipgloss.

Mondays were the days her mother forced her to church,The other days she will always make up an excuse of a reason not to go. She never liked going to church, She always says "I am not old and dying, I dont need it right now Mamma."

She kept really quite listening to the priest.

"Dobla Las Manos(Fold your hands.), Le agradezco a Dios cada día que me curé !Dios es grande! ( I thank God every day i was healed, God is great.) !Dios es grandioso! confía que respon