Ralliones' very first pets, "cuttie little chicks"

Ellen says: My five year-old son Rallione, had been asking me to provide him with chicks for his pets for about a month now, but I kept on saying: "No chicks! Chicks will mess up our garden." "No chicks! and that's final". It came to pass that each night Rallione would pray for chicks and each morning he would get disappointed when he would not see chicks waiting for him outside.

One day, I was busy peeling potatoes for dinner and he was sitting on the floor next to my feet asking me for a thousand times, "why won't you let me have chicks for my pets?" "Maybe, I may change my mind someday," I encouraged him. "No, you won't, and I will not have chicks in a million years,"he blurted out crying. I stooped down at him and stared at his dirty, teary-eyed face and said to myself: "How could I reject my little angel's persistent wish?"

So in the end, I told him: "Okay! I'll bring home some chicks for your pets tomorrow." With what I said, right away, Rallione jumped up and reached me to give me a big bear hug and a smuck.