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SR. LUCIA: Your Excellency, I, Sr. Mary Lucia of the Immaculate Heart, write to you my memoirs of the events surrounding Fatima, Portugal in the year 1917. I know Your Excellency does not expect a well-written account from me, for you know how incapable and inadequate I am, yet out of obedience I will write what I remember. Our Lord blessed my parents with five girls and one boy, of whom I was the youngest. I remember how they used to squabble because they all wanted to hold me in their arms. On such occasions, my mother used to take me away from them altogether. If she was too busy to hold me, she would give me to my father, and he would fondle me and cover me with caresses. ..... SR. LUCIA: In view of the fact that I knew my catechism at the age of six, my mother thought that I could now make my first Holy Communion. The eve of that great day arrived, but to my disappointment the priest said that I should wait another year. On hearing this, I burst into tears and laid my head on his knees and sobbed. It happened that another priest saw me and took me along to the sacristy. He examined me on the catechism and the mystery of the Holy Eucharist. He took me back to Fr. Pena saying, "You can let this child receive Communion...she understands what she is doing better than many of the others." And so with great joy I prepared for my First Holy Communion. After I had received the host, our dear Lord spoke these words to me: "The grace granted to you this day will remain living in your soul producing fruits of eternal life."
..... ANGEL OF PORTUGAL: Make everything you do a sacrifice. Offer it to God as an act of reparation for the sins by which He is offended, and in supplication for the conversion of sinners. Bring peace to your country in this way. I am the Angel Guardian, the Angel of Portugal. Above all, accept and bear with submission the suffering sent you by Our Lord. .....
JACINTA (monologue): I don't understand why they don't believe me? Or Francisco? or Lucia? The Lady did come! She stood on the little bush with her silver slippers. She was so tall and beautiful, and her voice sounded like a breeze...like little bells whispering. So pretty...so clear...like talking glass. I thought I understood love, but when she came to us my heart felt so much larger. I thought it would burst! She wrapped me in her mantle. It was like being enclosed in a cloud...I noticed nothing against my skin, no pressure, no pain, but I felt her love entirely. I could move freely, but still felt as if I was wrapped in a soft, safe, comforting blanket...a blanket of love. I would have gone with her right there and then...anywhere...if she had asked me.
..... FRANCISCO (monologue): The grass feels so cool today. I don't mind being barefoot. It almost seems a dream that we ever saw the Lady, but there she was...right over there above the Holm oak bush. Her silver slippers and flowing robes hovering above us like a cloud. She was so beautiful. Was it a dream? No, no, Francisco...do not even think if for a moment! She was real! She told me to pray many rosaries. I try to, but sometimes it is hard. I lose count. Papa says he does not always trust me with the sheep because I count so poorly. I do not think Our Lady would mind though, she was so lovely...I think she would help me with my beads if I asked her, only I could not hear her voice like the Jacinta and Lucia did. I tried to imagine the sound of her voice. It must be comforting like a soft whispering wind. You know, when you lie under a tree in the cool shade, and the breeze blows over you and through the leaves, making them flutter and speak sweet sounds. Yes...just like that.
LUCIA (monologue): In the intimacy of my home, there were fresh troubles. The pilgrims were trampling my family's one piece of fertile land, the Cova. My mother was so upset, that she began beating me with the broom in order to force me to confess that everything was make believe and a lie. But it wasn't...I could not speak against Our Lady for anything! By some special grace, however, I never experienced the slightest thought of resentment towards my mother for her anger. The love, esteem, and respect which I owed her, went on as thought I were her most dearly cherished daughter. I think Our Lady must have wrapped me in her mantle so that there was only love between my mother and I.
MOTHER MARY: Have pity on the heart of your most Holy Mother. It is covered with the thorns with which ungrateful men pierce it by their blasphemies and ingratitude at every moment. There is no one to remove these thorns with an act of reparation. You at least console me. Remember, I promise to assist at the hour of death with all the graces necessary for salvation, all those who, on the first Saturday of five consecutive months, go to confession, receive Holy Communion, and recite five decades of the Rosary, all with the intention of making reparation to the Sacred and Immaculate Hearts. ....
OLDER SISTER Gloria or Carolina/(sarcastically): Lucia, what dress will you be wearing to Saint Anthony's feast day? We'll be watching to see if you leave the feast day to go talk to that Lady!
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