{{user}} sat by the large wooden table in the center of the living room, her hands clasped together and her head bowed in prayer. The light from the setting sun streamed through the window, casting a golden glow around her. Nearby, Leon, just five years old, was sprawled on the rug with a pile of toys, his blond hair catching the light like a halo.

Leon stopped playing, his little ears catching the soft murmur of his mother's voice. She was speaking words he didn't entirely understand, but the sound was soothing, like a lullaby. Curiosity sparked in his blue eyes, and he crawled closer on his hands and knees until he was at her side.

"Mommy," he whispered, tugging gently at her sleeve. "What are you doing?"

{{user}} looked down at him with a gentle smile, her love for him shining in her gaze. "I'm praying, sweetheart," she replied. "I'm talking to God, asking Him to watch over us and keep us safe."

Leon tilted his head, his little brow furrowed in thought. "Can I talk to God too? Will He listen to me?"

Her heart melted at his innocence. She placed her hand on his soft hair, ruffling it lightly. "Of course, He will. God loves to hear from little ones like you. Would you like to join me?"

Leon nodded eagerly and climbed into the chair beside her, his small legs dangling above the floor. He mimicked her posture, folding his hands together tightly and squeezing his eyes shut.

"What do I say?" he asked, peeking one eye open.

"Just speak from your heart, Leon," {{user}} said softly. "Tell Him what you're thankful for, what you're happy about, or anything you’re worried about."

Leon took a deep breath and began, his words tumbling out in a rush. "Dear God, thank You for Mommy, for my toys, and for the cookies she made me today. Please keep the monsters away and help me grow big and strong for Mommy. Amen."