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How I Almost Killed My Grandmother

“Don’t be so dramatic!”, she would say

Francesca Dallaglio
Human Parts
5 min readNov 6, 2023

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Photo by Rod Long on Unsplash

When I was twelve, I wanted to become a nun. The thought of just sitting there all day, praying, spilling rosary beads in my elegant black and white gown, just filled me with so much peace and serenity that I couldn’t imagine anything better. Of course, that’s not at all what nuns do all day, but, in my imagination, that was pretty much it.

As you may have understood, it had nothing to do with a real calling from above, it just had something to do with the way spending time in church used to make me feel. From the typical incense smell to the characteristic cool temperature that seems to envelop churches even in the summer, and that gives you those strange chills. From the diffused light that covers everything to chants echoing in the aisles. Everything used to make me feel surrounded by spirituality and tranquillity.

The tranquillity that my mind was missing, you could say, is what I was looking for on the outside, and churches were one of the outside places where I thought I had found it. And this is where the influence of my grandmother comes into the picture.

My grandmother is probably the most pious person I know, and the most firm, solid believer I’ve ever met. Her faith is one of the most important parts of her personality and one of the…

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Francesca Dallaglio
Francesca Dallaglio

Written by Francesca Dallaglio

Author, journalist, wannabe novelist. Constantly looking for new things to obsess over. 4X Top Writer. ko-fi.com/francescadallaglio

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