Meeting Father Paul

 My Sunday morning began at 8:00 a.m. by doing my back stretches. After doing so, I then made my bed and shaved before doing my stroke stretches. At 8:54 I then made my way to the kitchen at 9:00 to eat my fruit while drinking a hot cup of cocoa. At 8:54 I then had a slice of french toast with cinnamon sprinkled on it. Once I had finished eating, I then returned to my bedroom to brush my teeth. At 9:25 I then watched Sunday Mass. At 9:55 I then finished doing so. At 10:00 I then took my shower, so as to get ready for the day ahead. Once I was dressed, I then put in my eye and nose drops. I then took in two puffs of air, before leaving the house at 11:27 with my father. He had taken me to the church, so that I could meet with father Paul the priest at our parish. While there we had talked and told him some things, I had never let anyone else know. He then had asked if I would like confession, and I said yes. Once we had finished talking , I felt so relieved. At 1:00 he then brought me back out into the church to where my mother was waiting for me. My mother and I then were on our way. I had picked up lunch on the way home. We arrived home at at 1:10. Once inside, I had eaten, before returning to my bedroom at 1:40 to brush my teeth. I then lied down to rest and slept, from 1:48-4:40. Once I had taken a shower and was comfortable for the evening, I then ate dinner before pulling up my blog and typing of my day.