My early recollections are of a tranquil home in Canton, China. This life was disturbed one day in 1951 when my little brother injured his foot. My parents took him to Hong Kong to seek treatment. I remained behind with my aunt, but joined them more than a year later.

One day when I was about 12 years old and attending a Protestant church high school, I met two foreign missionaries. They told me about a church which had a translation of a book from golden plates and a prophet named Joseph Smith.My LDS friend invited me to a meeting. That night the missionaries presented a slide show of the LDS temples and I was very touched to think that this Church was concerned as much for the dead as it was the living. I began hearing the missionary discussions.

The two missionaries challenged me to read the Book of Mormon and pray for a confirmation of its truthfulness. That night I knelt down and prayed sincerely to the Lord. After my prayer I felt a sweet sense of peace and I had an intense desire to read the book.

As I continued to pray sincerely and read the Book of Mormon, I began attending the Sham Shui Po Branch. After a while my mother began to resent the Church for occupying so much of my time. Her minister also told her falsehoods about "Mormonism."

On August 2, 1958, I was baptized. The leaders at the Protestant school also became concerned. On Easter Sunday, 1960, following services for all the students of the school's church, the principal announced that my LDS friend and I should stay behind. To our astonishment we were advised that we were expelled. No explanation; no consultation with parents; just expelled.

We were devastated. We both cried and though our friends were sympathetic, they were afraid to associate with us any longer. They knew that our expulsion resulted directly from our activity in the Church.

No one in my family had ever known anyone who had been expelled from school. I had disgraced my parents and felt worthless.

Life was bearable because of my activities and association with members of the Church. I met an Elder Romrell who was a kind missionary and who was sensitive to my situation. He asked if I would like to go to Idaho to live with his family and finish my schooling.

In Idaho, I regularly sent letters home to Hong Kong telling my family of my experiences and sharing with them my testimony of the gospel. Through my letters my parents developed a sense of gratitude for my well being. One day they sought out Elder Romrell and asked him to teach them the gospel. My parents were baptized.

In 1975 my parents immigrated to Hawaii, where they now live. Soon after their arrival my husband, Charlie, and I shared the privilege of taking then through the temple to receive their endowments.

In 1980 my brother was married in the Hawaii Temple and on the same day we were sealed together as an eternal family. Thus my prayers of more than 20 years were answered and the desires of my heart fulfilled.