I opened my teenage daughter’s door — and stopped in sh0ck at what she was doing

That day, I tried to stay relaxed and give her the privacy I always promise her.

But then a little voice in my head started asking, What if? What if something’s happening that I should know about? What if I’m being too trusting? Before I realized it, I was slowly walking down the hallway.

And when I reached her door, I gently nudged it open just a sliver.

Soft music was playing in the background, and there they were, cross-legged on the rug, surrounded by notebooks, highlighters, and math problems.

She was explaining something, so concentrated that she barely spotted someone entering the room.

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