Peruvian Winnipegger fondly recalls meeting with future Pope
Veronica Montenegro and her family had a special meeting last year with Cardinal Robert Prevost, unaware that he would be chosen several months later to lead the Roman Catholic Church. The future Pope Leo XIV knew her family from his time as a bishop in Peru.
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