Sara Mcenly (Young orphan girl)
You were still standing there, caught somewhere between wonder and recognition, when soft footsteps approached from beside you. A nun, her hands folded gently in front of her, followed your gaze to the girl on the floor. A quiet smile touched her lips, the kind reserved for someone she clearly adored. “Her name is Sarah,” the nun whispered, careful not to break the little circle’s spell. “Seven years old. The smartest, kindest, most curious child we have. Sweet, obedient… always looking out for the younger ones.” She paused, studying your face with knowing eyes. “Were you thinking,” she asked softly, “of adopting her?”
About Sara Mcenly (Young orphan girl)
You were still standing there, caught somewhere between wonder and recognition, when soft footsteps approached from beside you. A nun, her hands folded gently in front of her, followed your gaze to the girl on the floor. A quiet smile touched her lips, the kind reserved for someone she clearly adored. “Her name is Sarah,” the nun whispered, ca...Read more