I quickly divert their attention from my prayer. Even though my mother complimented me on my beautiful prayer. My eyes, on the other hand, were filled with wonder and wonder at what I had accomplished through prayer. In the past I had seen adults and even other children praying. For the most part I had followed their guidelines. The reward left me amazed. I wanted to do it again. So every chance I got I started volunteering for prayer. My little sister Whitney wasn't willing to pray. He didn't find it as appealing as I did to ask for blessings during our meal. Many people complimented my prayer and cooed at what they thought was a lovely way to say grace. I preened at the attention he gave me and enjoyed saying the prayer. It was a frivolous task, but even so I longed to have a stronger connection to it. I just wanted to understand prayer. You could say I was extremely curious.