I took my direction from Father Romano with true dedication and allowed the vision of my family to hurt me in the name of devotion to God. Eventually, no matter how close I felt to God the images of my mother and sister, in particular, were too much to bear. In
the middle of the night I left the dormitory and made my way to Romano’s room to seek his help and guidance.
It was the first time I had seen him without his glasses; he woke from his sleep and was happy to invite me in. In floods of tears I apologised for not being able to deal with the pain. Romano held me and comforted me, he assured me that the Devil was powerful and we could face him together. Romano then removed his top and took me to his bed where we remain entwined for what felt like hours.