At the hermit, Sister Susana cleaned her tears. Peeping into the world and getting entangled with the people she had left behind was taking a hold on her consecration.

Now,her heart yarn for her mother. She wants to hold her in her arms and call her mother. She missed her very much. And her daughter, that is entirely something different.

She thought when she met her, held her hands and looked into her eyes, her yawning would be over. But alas, the more she ...