By elementary school, Zoe seemed either sad or moody most of the time and had few friends. While Zoe had some good days, those didn’t last long. One Mother’s Day, Mary and Zoe walked to a park near their home. They had fun together at an event that day, walking around to vendors selling crafts and food. Mary was happy to see Zoe happy. But as they walked home, Zoe grew more and more quiet. Mary asked if something was wrong when they got home. “You’re not my mom,” said Zoe. “I’m going to go inside and think about my mom.” Zoe was struggling. And Mary’s love alone couldn’t take away Zoe’s pain.