My Master


Yesterday, I went to East Harlem and was taking pictures. I took this here picture of a nun talking and afterward she asked me

Did you just take a picture of me?


Oh. I am not allowed to take pictures.

To which I wanted to reply I don’t really care. But just nodded.

She then proceeded to ask me to delete it!

I told her I would…after I put it on my computer. (I said the ending part under my breath).

I can understand if I asked her to pose for me, but I didn’t. I was just snapping. I probably would have taken the picture if she was not even there. But she does make the picture interesting.

But I didn’t tell you all she really said. After she asked me to delete it she said she was not allow to take pictures because she did not ask her master first!

And who’s your master, Jesus?


Then who?



So, I then wondered in my head…Mary is your master but isn’t Jesus is God?!

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