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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Jade M. Wong.
We are grandparents! A baby boy!
Beautiful Prison Bars
On the day I professed final vows, my father commissioned to have a lead glass door and upper window designed and installed at the front of the convent building. The metal grill work was especially exquisite.
“How do you like those for your prison bars?” my father asked me once the work had been completed.
We were sitting at the first level bay window of the grand staircase. Below us, outside, the convent’s spring garden was just about to bloom into its fullest glory.
“I will sit here often and think of you,” I replied.
“You didn’t have to do this. You know that, don’t you? That I wish you hadn’t?” Father had always been so against me entering the convent.
“I will sit here often, in silence, and think of you,” I replied.
“I have a right to my opinion,” he said.
I nodded, in agreement, and let him have the last word.