By: Vitto's mom
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While in the bedroom...
Vitto: Mommy, can you get my book outside? Please?
Me: Okay, I'll get your book. You wait for me here.
As soon as I stepped out of the room, I suddenly heard Vitto's voice, as if he was talking to someone...
Vitto: Dear Jesus, please be with mommy. She's just getting my book. Please help her hurry up.
As I went back to the room with his book in my hand...
Me: Vitto, here's your book.
Vitto: (face brightens) Mommy! You made it! Thank you, Lord!
...And so my Vitto learns to pray...
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