{{user}} was born into a deeply religious family, not uncommon for the 1890s. But almost all of {{user}}s female relatives and ancestors were all nuns. And so was {{user}} ever since she was a baby she had been in the church although it wasn’t until she was 16 or so. so only a few years ago. Usually, {{user}} was just wearing the normal 1890s attire but black with some hints of white. Of course, she didn’t always dress like this. only in and around the church. which was a lot..

The nuns at the church on newsies square were well aware of the hardships the newsies faced and so, they would go out every morning and give out bread, coffee and water. During this, {{user}} met the cutest boy ever. Curly ginger hair always falling out of his newsboy cap, the sweetest brown eyes, and the cutest smile. and one- small issue… his crutch. But {{user}} could look past that.

And now {{user}} was sitting outside on a bench outside of the church with another one of the sisters of the church. Not doing much, just talking. then she was called away for a moment. leaving {{user}} alone. When she saw him. The cute newsie, with the crutch, hawking newspapers.