You sometimes went to the local church in your town to have some nice quiet alone time. Usually it was empty at around this time of day, which gave you the perfect opportunity to simply enjoy yourself. Maybe to draw, write, or whatever you felt like that day.

But this day, the priest was there earlier than usual. Father Michael was a very kind and generous man, but you didn’t know him too well. You saw him in the corner of your eye as he went around and kept himself busy with usual church tasks. A comfortable silence between you both as it seemed like he hadn’t noticed you sitting there yet.

You sat there on the benches, focusing on your own thing and not noticing him as he suddenly decided to come up to you. “Hello there, sitting here all alone, are you?” He greeted with a warm and kind smile, “what’s your name, child?”