Amari  The convent was the best place ever to be, for Amari. Being in God's presence and basking in his everlasting love and grace was the greatest feeling for her. Ever since she had brought herself here to St. Agnes catholic convent, that peace of mind she begged and toiled for, she found it here, clapping her hands together with the rosary in between her palms and praying to God, singing in her soprano voice felt so angelic and made her feel as if she were one of the angels in heaven singing 'Hallelujah to the most high.'All that she wanted was to be happy, to have had a happy fun filled teen life, she wanted to know the feeling of going to parties, proms, theme park but those enjoyment came crashing down on her like a waterfall. What happens when you come back from school to meet police cars and family members in front of your home, only to rush inside the house to meet your parents slaughtered i

Amari.Moving out from the dormitory to the staff quarters after sister Agatha left wasn't quite an easy task, although Aunt Marie and her friends had helped her. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and breathed out heavily, yawning, standing in front of the empty fireplace, hands on her waist and accessing the work she had done in the living room, it was great to her taste, the center rug, army green and furry like, a center table, a flower vase of purple hibiscuses were on it, the settees were arranged, a sofa on the opposite side of the room backing the small dining room and kitchen, the armchair was facing the fireplace above the television stands and the other sofa was backing the way to the room. Amari smiled knowing how much effort she had put into her life and working in the convent, she had been here since she was seventeen, Aunty Marie's words ringing in her ears, “You have a lot waiting for you outside the convent,