Once upon a time in a small, quiet town nestled in the hills, there was a boy named Thomas. He wasn’t like most of the other children. While they played games in the fields, he spent his time wandering around the village, intrigued by the world around him, particularly the convent that stood at the top of the hill.

For as long as he could remember, Thomas had always been fascinated by the nuns who lived there. They wore long robes, their faces serene and mysterious, and they had a grace about them that he couldn't explain. But what really caught his attention was how they exuded a certain warmth, a kindness that made them seem almost magical. They were, in his eyes, the "hot" nuns — not in the sense of modern beauty, but because they carried an inner radiance that made the entire village seem brighter when they walked by.

As Thomas grew older, his admiration for the nuns only deepened. He would visit the chapel, where the sisters often sang hymns, and listen, captivated by the harmony of their voices. On the rare occasion when one of them would stop and talk to him, he was overwhelmed by their gentle, understanding nature. They spoke with kindness, always guiding him toward a better path in life, teaching him lessons about love, peace, and humility.

But it wasn't just their outer serenity that drew him in — it was their inner strength. Each of them had lived through hardships, made sacrifices, and yet still radiated joy and peace. They embodied everything Thomas admired in a person: wisdom, compassion, and an unwavering sense of purpose.

One day, as Thomas sat in the garden near the convent, one of the nuns, Sister Claire, came to sit beside him. “You always seem to find peace here, Thomas,” she said with a smile. “What is it that draws you to us?”

He paused, thinking carefully. “It’s not just the peace,” he replied, “it’s the way you all seem to be full of light. You make the world feel warmer.”

Sister Claire laughed softly, a sound that seemed to fill the air with lightness. “Ah, you see, we are simply mirrors of what you see in yourself. The warmth you feel is your own, reflecting back from us.”

Thomas sat in silence for a while, contemplating her words. It was then that he realised that his love for the nuns wasn't about admiration for them alone, but about the way they made him see the best in himself. Their kindness, their sense of purpose, and their light — these were things he could carry with him and share with the world.

From that day on, Thomas no longer saw the nuns with longing or fascination. Instead, he saw them as a reflection of what he could become: someone full of light and love, with the power to make the world a warmer place.

And so, the boy who once admired the "hot" nuns grew up to become a man who spread that very warmth wherever he went, touching the hearts of those around him with the kindness and wisdom he'd learned from the women who had changed his life.

(If you like nuns then we are on the same page.)