Acceptance, rules and regulations on how we view others.

Reblogging this as it’s caught some attention!

AmyWritesStuff

24th December 1991, midnight mass at 21:00 hrs.

I sat and stared at the altar, at the priest holding up the sacrament, and I trembled. I felt it. I was sure that I felt it. My period had started! It was due today, and I’d made frequent trips to the toilet to check if it had started but until now, this moment in church, it had kept me in suspense. I closed my eyes and breathed out.

After communion, when the others wanted to leave mass early, I followed. I was eager to get home and to make sure that I was indeed bleeding. The frosty night was sharp through my thin coat, but I had my scarf pulled over my nose, and his warm hand holding mine, and that was all that mattered. With our heads down against the cold wind, we got back to my parents’ house…

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