When Kimberly was about 12 or 13, she was attending the local Jr. High School .  She was very troubled and I couldn’t find out why.  I had asked her what was wrong multiple times and she just shrugged her shoulders and denied that anything was the problem.  She left for school one morning and I went into the closet and fell on my knees, telling Heavenly Father that something was wrong with Kim (as we called her).  I told  Him that I’d tried to find out what was bothering her and I couldn’t.  The words came to me, “ask her about the candy bars.”