Her boyfriend was nodding, completely focused on my daughter’s math explanations. The plate of cookies she took to the room was at her desk, untouched.
She looked up and smiled, a little confused. “Mom? Do you need something?”
“We’re good, thanks!” she said, and turned to what she was doing.
I closed the door and leaned against the wall, half embarrassed and half relieved.
It was then that I realized how often parents imagine the worst when the truth is beautifully simple. There was no secret, just two kids helping each other learn.
