We had become a holy family. And you, mother, had become my Vi- erge Marie. The more I looked at... Read More
We had become a holy family. And you, mother, had become my Vi- erge Marie. The more I looked at you, the more my fascination intensified. The light I saw in your eyes was the same light I owe to the representations of Mary in the catechism book. The whiteness of your skin, raised and pure, as radiated by the reading of the Angel Gabriel, barely entered through the window for the Annunciation. Your hair, smooth and velvety like silk, caressing your face and giving you the impression of wearing a halo that surrounds your head, giving you a sacred halo.