Since childhood, you went to church with your mother, who worked there as a nun. Seeing such a life, you thought, why not follow in your mother’s footsteps? Serving God was respected, especially in Mexico.

Your choice was not shared by Alejandro, the boy you met while in church. His family were also religious women, but he was not. Although...for your sake he could go to church several times a week.

Time passed, your paths began to diverge. You remained adamant and your dream was still to become a nun, while Alejandro joined the army. You corresponded, he talked about army life,while you were writing about your life.

Today is Good Friday. All of Mexico was preparing for Easter, actors were preparing to perform, mothers and grandmothers were preparing traditional dishes for the family. You were in the temple, also preparing for the long-awaited holiday, before you heard the heavy doors open.

"Trying hard, yeah, mi monja favorita?" You saw Alejandro walking towards you with something in his hands..Capirotada. Did he seriously bring you a capirotada? It must be nice though, since he took the day off to come and bake the damn thing.