Past.
I was a girl inclined toward everything capable of destroying me.
In front of the church chapel, under the melancholy gaze of the statue of Jesus Christ on the cross, he was trembling with nerves.
A line of young people formed in front of me to receive their first communion. With every step I took that brought me closer to the altar, the rosary I carried seemed to tighten around my neck like a rope, threatening to suffocate me. The crucifix weighed on my chest, and the flame of the candle I held in my trembling hands went out and reignited because of the furious wind entering through the church gates.
The raging storm roaring outside did nothing to ease my nervousness either. The raindrops hit the roof with a shrill noise, echoing throughout the chapel and sliding down the multic
