Wildflowers

Sister Christine brought flowers to our school. She did it a while ago, scattering wild flower seeds over corners and in areas where nothing else was growing. The other sisters, too, love flowers-- their bowls, their cups, their pots, all adorned with different patterns of flowers. Their prayer room, separated from my living quarters only by a thin wall, has a vase with those wild flowers inside. They themselves are varied, planted in Kazo, and beautifying the girls' lives and mine. Sister Christine says that being a sister does not change you, instead you are used to beautify in your uniqueness.