High above the clouds, where the Pearly Gates gleamed like a perfectly curated exhibit, three Italian nuns arrived together after lifetimes spent in service, prayer, and quiet faith. They stood shoulder to shoulder, hands folded neatly, habits crisp, expressions calm but curious.
St. Peter greeted them with a warm smile, scanning a glowing ledger.
“Sisters,” he said kindly, “your lives were marked by compassion, humility, and generosity. You helped others without seeking praise and carried joy wherever you went. Heaven has decided to reward you.”
The nuns exchanged surprised glances.
“For six months,” St. Peter continued, “you may return to Earth. You can be anyone you want and do anything you choose. No rules. No restrictions. Just enjoy yourselves.”
For a moment, none of them spoke. Then their expressions lit up. A lifetime of structure and discipline, and suddenly—freedom.
The first nun stepped forward, barely containing her excitement. Before joining the convent, she had loved music more than anything.
“I would-a like to be Taylor Swift,” she said shyly.
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