Sister Robrecht was a tiny woman—short and slim for a Caucasian. I did not realize how tiny she was until I reached college and visited her every now and then. I was practically 5 inches taller than her! She had a small round face with rosy cheeks and big and round brown eyes, but she never looked fiercely at us. To some of my classmates, she was strict and stern—it must be because she would never lean back on her chair to slouch or relax; she was always sitting straight up, part of her disciplined and self-sacrificing life, I guess. I enjoyed her religion classes and was most attentive. I wonder if it was just me, because many of my classmates were quite rowdy and restless and could not wait for the class to end so they could rush to the canteen. The only other student who I saw was attentive was Miguela, and she also entered the convent— the same congregation as that of Sister Robrecht. I joined the Good Shepherd Sisters. I would think of how Sister Robrecht and the other missionary Sisters must have been touched by the Lord to leave their country to serve God and His people. Was God also calling me to serve Him as a nun or as a married woman? During noon break, I loved going to Sister Robrecht to borrow one of the books in her mini-library—a small cabinet at the end of the hall. It was not part of the school library. She had dozens of books on lives of the saints and I would borrow one every week. She knew exactly what books to lend me, and she would
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