The Lion King. I just thought of The Lion King. The part that makes me cry every time I see it...when the baboon leads Simba to see his dad, and Simba is jumping and leaping with joy at the thought that his Father was still alive. How bitterly disappointed he was when he found himself looking into his reflection in the pool of water! Yet the wise baboon told him to look again, and this time Simba saw his father in his own reflection.
"Simba, you have forgotten who you are," his Father gently admonished his young son. "In doing so, you have forgotten me."
I cannot forget who I am. I cannot forget who my Father is. I cannot forget the gift of His son's Atonement. How grateful I am for this knowledge.