Lay not up to yourselves treasures on earth: where the rust, and moth consume, and where thieves break through and steal.
Gospel According to St Matthew 6:19
On the day of my university graduation, my uncle treated us to a big meal. But we couldn't be too happy: the situation in China was getting worse and worse. Nanjing had already fallen in April, and not long after, Tang Enbo (Nationalist general in the Republic of China) also fled. The streets of Shanghai were filled with Yangge dancers.
My uncle had been planning for a long time, and since I had just graduated, he suggested that I take the opportunity to go with them, whether it was going abroad or at least going to Hong Kong to avoid the turmoil. But I refused. I had already made up my mind. Tomorrow, I will pack my bags and go to the Church of Our Lady of the Presentation. I didn't know what I would encounter by choosing to enter the religious community. Even the Mother Superior solemnly advised me to prepare for martyrdom. But I had decided to stay here. I wanted to be a nun, the pure spouse of Christ, and live or die with China and the fellow believers in Shanghai, even if the price might be my blood. Uncle couldn't convince me, so he left me with a sum of money for the convent and fled with Li Jie.
Unperturbed in heart, unaffected by emotions. Unafraid of the future, not dwelling on the past. As I carried my suitcase, struggling against the crowd of people dressed in red and green, with smiles on their faces, and marched to the St. Ignatius Convent in Xujiahui amidst the resounding military songs, I knew that there was no turning back for me.
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