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| Oh, Father Abraham. This is the happiest day of my life. Today my son begins his studies to become a priest. | |
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| Yes, Mrs Rivera. You have prepared him well for this great calling. | |
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| No, mama...NO! I don't want to go...take me home, mama, please! | |
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| Alberto, stop that! You must come...you must! | |
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| Brother Alberto, your relatives are here to take you home. Your mother is dying. | |
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| WHAT, FATHER? ...(gasp) OH, NO! No, father!...I'm NOT going back home!! THIS is my house! THIS is my family! The CHURCH is my mother! | |
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