Mama Fiona Confession Exclusive Guide

She looked up at the ceiling of the small booth, as if she could pierce through the wood and the roof and reach the clouds.

"That is the sin," she whispered. "I thought my wisdom was a shield. I thought if I cooked the right soups, and ironed the shirts just so, and prayed the rosary every morning at 5:00 AM, that nothing bad could happen to mine. I thought I could bargain with God." mama fiona confession

“I want to know everything about her,” Rosa whispered. “What music she liked. What made her laugh. Will you tell me?” She looked up at the ceiling of the