By Pedro Pablo Morejon
HAVANA TIMES – I’ve found her again after so many years. She’s the woman who adopted me as a son back when my life focused around Faith in Christ and I was a seminarian who used to travel from the Baptist Theology Seminary every Friday to a sugar refinery a couple of kilometers away from Artemisa, to go to church.
All of the parishioners welcomed me with open arms, but especially her. I’d stay the night at her house a lot of the time, and she’d give me the little she had. Maybe she felt sorry for me seeing me so young, because despite being 25, I still looked about 18 and I didn’t weigh more than 130 lbs. On top of that, I often had nephritic colic that made me lose my appetite.
We were so close that despite our age difference, she’d tell me her doubts, longings, and fears. She was and I guess she still is a great woman who had to raise two daughters on her own, having decided to be single for a long time.
Back then, I knew very little about life other than the Faith, I’d officiate as a kind of advisor child whose spiritual words encouraged her and renewed her desire to live.
But Luisa (let’s call her that), made me uneasy sometimes. She was an attractive older woman who had an underlying sexiness about her. I was celibate, with hormones all stirred up of the carnal desire any young man my age has despite my Christian vocation, and so I fought an inner struggle that I didn’t confess to anyone, exce
