Sister Fatima is kind

It's early morning and it's cold, really cold. Sister Fatima hugged closer the thick habit she's wearing then covered her mouth to blow warm air to her freezing fingers. As she steps on the ground you could here that crunch and crumpling sound of snow being crushed.

"Why does it feel colder than before...", she whispers to herself as she rubs her nose. She in all honesty didn't want to get out of the convent that day but she must as it is her duty to keep check of a particular new orphan in the house. This orphan lost his eyes to some tragic event that the Priest is not willing to share about, and also this orphan is in that stage of both grief and anger making him a walking sarcasm chasm, that the other orphans find him depressing to be with. The nun can only strive to be patient with the kid.

Finally Sister Fatima had reached the door of the Orphan house, after walking for a bit. It is located just a few distance south from the convent, the pathway has been covered by snow for a month now. She opens the front door and finally feels the warmth inside.

"It's Sister Fatima!" one of the young children shouts then runs towards her and asks to be carried, which she didn't as that would mean she'll have to carry next the other 10 more young children that surrounds her, all she could do was give each one a hug. The older children ages 12 to 15 were standing near the stairs and are getting ready to go to the dining hall.

"Where's your new brother Evans?" Sister Fatima kindly asks them.

"He's cooped up inside the first floor bedroom wardrobe." Sheila, one of the young children answered, she's three years old, with blond hair and freckles.

"What's he doing there?" the nun asked, as she walks through the hallways going to the first floor bedroom.

"He asked me to hide him because a witch is coming." the young girl replied.

"He told me to give him some bread but I don't know where." A young five year old boy named Greg with short curly black hair exclaims while raising his hand.

"He told me too." followed by another kid named Fara.

"Me too." and another kid named Vans.

"Next time don't listen to what he says, Okay." Sister Fatima sighs as she finally reach the door of the first floor bedroom. She enters it and walks towards the wardrobe.

"Hey Evans I know you're in there!" She exclaims as she opens the wardrobe and finds a young 11 year old boy curled below, his long platinum hair has almost reached his waist. Evander scowls at her and shuffles himself closer to the back of the wardrobe.

"Get out, Father Luis asked me to check if we can finally remove your bandage.", Sister Fatima orders him.

"Don't wanna, you'll have to force me.", he scoffs at her.

"Very well then." Sister Fatima grabs Evan's left ear and forces him to stand up.

"Ow, ow, ow!" the boy is dragged out of the wardrobe and almost fell on the wooden floor, his fast reflexes prevented him from hitting his face, this might be from the training he experienced at a young age which is slowly helping him adapt to his lack of sight.

"Oh look, your eyes are healed up, well you're still blind." the nun spoke as she crouched and checked Evander's eyes, she decided to remove the bandage wrap, showing the long horizontal scar just above the bridge of Evan's nose. It is only Sister Fatima who tells him the harsh truth, Evan tends to question the holiness of this nun.

"Are you sure you're a nun? You just pinched my ear!" Evan shouts.

"Then next time stop hiding in wardrobes they're for clothes not for people. Now stand up!" Sister Fatima orders him. Evan slowly stands up while murmuring and touching his left ear.

"Your blind not a mute so stop with that whining, if you have something to say, go say it." again the nun hits Evan with the topic about him being blind, and he can't refute it because he also uses his predicament to sort of make others feel bad thus putting them in a position where-in he has the right to insult them. He find this callousness as a sort of shield to protect himself from being pitied and Sister Fatima seems to know about this. But despite knowing She doesn't allow it to control the way she should act towards Evander. The young boy thus feels irritated with her reaction, thus he doesn't like interacting with this particular nun.

"I hate you!" Evander blurts out completely annoyed.

"Well I love you. Now stop dawdling over there it's time for breakfast, and your one of the older kids here so start acting like a proper brother stop ordering the younger ones to get you food from who knows where." The nun skillfully brushes off Evan's words with the magic sentence that a lot people find hard to say. The young boy could only lower his head. Sister Fatima raises her hands and claps.

"Greg it's your turn to lead Evans to the dining hall. Let's go, I bet you're all hungry." Sister Fatima finally walks out of the bedroom into the hallway going to the kitchen, to meet with the other nuns who were getting the food ready for breakfast.

"Let's go I'm hungry." Greg holds Evan's hands, the other children also went and held his other hand, the others his sleeves. Evander swats away their little hands.

"Don't touch me! I can go there on my own!" he exclaims then briskly walks toward the rooms exit, he then hits his small toe on one of the bed's front legs which made him cry and cower on the floor in pain. The young children went near him and tried to help lead him, which he again refuses, Evander stretches his hands while carefully taking one step at a time.

"Should we tell him he's gonna hit another bed?" Fara whispers to the other kids.

"Right, right, go right you're gonna hit another bed!" Beno another 11 year old boy yells at Evans.

"Shut up! I don't need your help!" Evan shouts back, before hitting another bed.

"I'm hungry just accept our help so we can finally eat." Beno angrily replies, annoyed at Evans actions.

"Just Go! I'll get there on my own!" He exclaims.

"Very well! Then your bowl is mine you're going to be late anyway, you'll probably reach the dining hall by lunch time." Beno replies at Evan while walking out of the room, the other children following him.

"Did you all just leave? Hey don't you dare eat my share! Greg! don't let him take my share! I'll be there!" they hear Evan shout and another thud, he most likely hit another bed or probably the wall.