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The scene was completely ordinary. Looking at it, you wouldn't know the event was of any significance. A sunny Saturday morning, a favorite breakfast nook, and a young couple having breakfast with an older couple.

At one point over a fluffy omelet, the older gentlemen at the table asked the waitress, "Can you guess what the relationship between these two is?" He pointed to the older and younger woman.

"They're mother and daughter," the waitress replied.

"How did you know that?" the man asked with a raised eyebrow.

The waitress smiled. "I heard her call her Mom.' "

Everyone laughed.

Then the older man told the waitress the significance of the breakfast. He told her who these people were, and what they were celebrating.

He told her their story.

And the waitress started to cry.

Their story begins almost 23 years ago. The little girl was only eleven, her brother was eight. One day, her father took the kids out, but didn't go back home. Her father said their mother didn't want to be part of their life anymore.

The little girl was confused. Where was her mother? Why couldn't they see her?

Shortly afterward, they met their father's new wife.

Sometimes she'd ask her father about her mother. When would she would see her again? What happened? But the only answer was that her mother didn't want the children.

Gradually, the family settled into a routine. The little girl took care of her brother and helped raise him. She cooked, cleaned, did her best in school, and tried to get used to her new stepmother. It was not an easy life, and the little girl often fought with the newcomer. Eventually, they made peace. The little girl grew to care for her stepmother, but would never call her "Mom."

Years passed. The little girl grew into a young woman, and helped take care of the three new stepsisters. She adored them, loved them, and helped raise them. They literally were her sunshine, they were like her own children.

The young woman went to school and lived life, but in the back of her mind, always wondered about her mother. She didn't ask her father about her anymore, it was obvious that was a sore subject, and she didn't want to hurt him.

But years later she still felt the pain, still asked the questions. Why hadn't her mother called? Why didn't she say good-bye? Why didn't she want the kids?

The young woman became an adult. She married and worked hard, and for the most part enjoyed her life.

But there was always that lingering question in her mind, the void in her heart:

Why didn't my mother love

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