The bicentennial catholic nun

In 1976, I came to the United States of America to spend the summer. The funny part is that my mom, after my father died, decided to hire a Catholic nun from the United States. When I said “hire,” she actually sought an agency to see if there was a nun that could come and live in our house so we could practice English while my mother was working and would help us with our homework.

Alas, that didn’t last very long because we drove the nun, Sister Mary Hubert, crazy. She was probably around 55 years...