Hail Mary, Full of Grace; Holy Mary, Mother of God
The play wasn’t anything grand, with what a small school and an even smaller amount of students studying in said school, but it was something that my mother and I thoroughly prepared for. I remember it clearly like it just happened; we didn’t have any of the garb the popular Western depictions of Mary had, so with cloth scraps my mother collected—or found lying around in our house, I’m not too sure on that detail anymore—she had a seamstress make the clothes for me. All for a one-day play that we’ve practiced for less than a month that ended in all of us dancing to Gangnam Style. It was wacky, maybe even something you could label as campy, but nonetheless, it was an experience that’s forever etched in my memory.
