My teenage daughter’s sudden demand for privacy left me uneasy, but nothing could have prepared me for what I discovered under her bed after I broke her trust and started snooping around.
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I’ve been raising my daughter, Barbara, by myself since she was four. Her father left us without much of a second glance, and from that day forward, it’s been the two of us against the world.
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Over the years, we’ve built something solid, the kind of mother-daughter relationship filled with trust, laughter, and a few occasional disagreements. Our discussions were never out of this world, though. Now, at 16, she’s finding herself.