I panicked when I opened my teenage daughter’s bedroom door. What I discovered there truly shocked me.

When my imagination ran wild,
I thought I heard her giggles, and then nothing. Absolute silence.

I stood frozen in the hallway. My heart pounded, like a marching band drum. And then, without thinking, I turned the lamp handle.
It cast a dim light. I took a deep breath… ready for anything. Or so I thought.

What I saw took my breath away: my daughter, sitting on the floor, headphones on, passionately explaining math formulas to her friend, who was completely engrossed in a notebook. Around them, a battlefield of sticky notes, markers, and an untouched plate of homemade cookies.

A scene that puts everything into perspective.

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