I was so young when I was separated from my mom that I can barely remember her face without looking at a photograph. Perhaps because of that, even hearing someone call out “Mom” always felt unfamiliar and distant to me. When I saw friends chatting about their day with their moms, I couldn’t imagine what that felt like, and yet, I deeply envied them.
But now, I, too, have a mother. At seventeen, I met Heavenly Mother in Zion. The emptiness I had carried for so long was suddenly filled, and my heart overflowed with joy. I still vividly remember how I prayed over and over, giving thanks with all my heart. Since then, I’ve never felt envious of anyone. Because I, too, have a mother, who gently leads me in the right direction and comforts me each day with overflowing love.