I Burst Into My Teen Daughter’s Room in Panic

The Moment That Sparked Panic
It was late on a weekday evening, and my daughter had been unusually quiet. No music, no phone notifications, no movement from behind her closed door. My mind raced: Was she upset? Hurt? In trouble?

Without thinking, I flung the door open, my heart pounding, expecting the worst.

What I found was… completely ordinary. My daughter was curled up on her bed, scrolling through her phone, headphones in, completely unaware of my mental spiral.

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