Felistus P.

Lacy

Lacy I’m content with my life. There is enough discomfort to be confident with reality and enough ‘good’ moments to wake up the next day. The first time I saw my daughter, I felt real joy. I heard about that before; some grandiose feeling parents get when they see their child for the first time. Well, I felt it but, within minutes I imagined all the ways she could get lost in some emptiness of a life. How could I possibly ensure that joy would never leave her? She’s the reason a nun in Elifan Island brought us both back to life.