Mother Ani attended to like me as my superior, so to speak if the Maison were an office. She managed everything I did. My monthly itinerary, she always looked over. Things like waking up at six in the morning so I have time for breakfast before mass, she made sure I did. She also assigned random activities like visiting the resident library or water the plants on the dormitory level.

For some time, I theorized that she was an actress. She must have lived her youth as an actress with a long successful future ahead of her before falling in love with her faith.

That wasn't the case at all.

Mother Ani spoke with elegance and sophistication because she attended private schools her entire school career. When she graduated from high school, she inherited her mother's business (which no one knows). Later, at the age of thirty, she gave up that business and led a life of purity. She found the Maison.

I think her mother's business may have dealt with flowers. She was especially thoughtful of the seasons.

"It is nice," she said about the fall season during one of our sessions.

It was November in France too.

"Will you be accompanying Abby during this fall season?" She was talking about the greenhouse I found Abby in one day. "It seems you've been a great help."

Mother Ani glowed in a wonderful blush color. Though she exuded a motherly warmth, she reminded me of someone I didn’t quite like. There were moments she looked like my mother.

There was a time she asked me, "what kind of things do you paint, Georgiana?"

I still hadn't started painting then and Mother Ani enjoyed reminding me. My mother was much like that too. She liked pointing out things I wasn’t doing and what I could do better. I don’t think Mother Ani means to be that way but I often interpreted her words in such a manner.

Yet, she exuded motherliness I’ve only encountered so many times. So, I’m sure, she means well.

a/n short update today.