We are sitting on Avery's bed. She is upset and crying for her Dad who she has decided she cannot live without at that moment.
M: Avery, why don't you say a prayer to Heavenly Father to help you feel better.
A: (long pause, looks up - big dramatic sigh) OK.
Miracle! Avery refuses to pray almost all of the time. She whispers a soft little prayer...she waits...she thinks about it...
A: THAT DIDN'T WORK! I'M STILL SAD!
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