The Magdalen's Commonplace Book

The Magdalen’s Commentary:

I can still remember the misery of sleeping in that cold, dark room; the pastor and his cold, dark demeanor; the pallet and its cold, dark memories. The reformation home was so dreary and ominous, yet my memory recalls every moment from my time there. At times, the memories are difficult to reminisce upon, but each miserable memory has taught me a valuable lesson of perseverance and dedication. I shall always remember the overwhelming darkness of the room from the reformation home. The floor: wet; the walls: cold; the ceiling acting as the lid to a…

The Magdalen’s Commentary:

Oh, the rose, how it reminds me of a much simpler time. Its beauty reminds me of a time in my life when love was plentiful, and regret was scarce; a time long before the days of sleeping on pallet beds and dwelling on my insecurities. I had always enjoyed being adventurous and trying new things, as did you. Oh, how I miss the days we spent together. I often find myself reminiscing on the time I spent with you, and it brings back joyous memories filled with laughter and cheer. Unfortunately, that rush of happiness I feel quickly turns into a feeling of pain…

The Magdalen’s Commentary:

My necklace! Oh, what a splendid little charm it is; in fact, it may be the most—maybe the only—charming thing I left the reformation home with. My dignity, my pride and my diligence had succumbed to the pressure of reforming from prostitution—“The Great Social Evil” as the pastor referred to it. In talking with the pastor at the reformation home, I realize just how deep and dark a sin I had committed; his description of the depths of Hell that awaited me left me quaking in fear. I knew something had to be done. Now, I am preparing to fulfill a new destiny…