Of all the churches he had visited, St. Vincent’s was still his favorite. Its architecture was beautiful, like the grand cathedrals of Europe, yet understated, just right for the scaled down size and tucked into the side streets of Ashfield.

Henry Connolly held his girlfriend’s hand and together they climbed the steps the front door of the church.

“Wow. This is a really nice church,” Ruth said, staring up at the façade with wide eyes.

“Yeah. My family has been coming to this church since I was little,” Henry said.

“Is your whole family going to be here?”

He stuck his lower lip out, running through his mind a list of all the members of his family, and nodded.……..READ full story on the Next Page,Go Below Click>>>2