She used to come into the room on Tuesdays only. I never knew where she was from but she looked like she was stuck in the 80s; puffy frizzy hair, thick glasses and purple lipstick. Very nostalgic but still slightly disturbing. She used to speak with a very delicately to my father as if she was afraid to break him with a shout. I still remember when he asked her if she was ”a religious person”. She used to wear this wooden cross pin on the left side of her uniform. Nothing unusual considering this was a catholic hospital. She looked like a free spirit though. Never seen a nun with so much make-up and such a cheeky smile.