My sixteen-year-old daughter had been acting strange for weeks, but I told myself it was normal teenage stress. Then one morning, her principal called and asked me to come to the school immediately. He would not explain why. He only said, “You need to see what we found in Maya’s locker.”
My sixteen-year-old daughter, Maya, has always been the kind of kid who fills a room without trying. She laughs loudly, remembers birthdays, and somehow knows when someone needs a hug before they ask. Cheerleading is her favorite thing, and practice usually sends her home glowing and talking nonstop.
At dinner, she pushed food around her plate and checked her phone under the table.
So when she started going quiet, I noticed.
At dinner, she pushed food around her plate and checked her phone under the table. She stopped telling me about practice. Twice, I caught her staring at a message with her mouth pressed into a line.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Just tired.”
Teenagers get tired. They get moody. I told myself not to hover.
Then last Tuesday, Maya came home from practice twenty minutes late.
Still, every time Maya forced a smile, I felt a small warning in my chest.
And every time, I ignored it.
Then last Tuesday, Maya came home from practice twenty minutes late. Her eyes were red, mascara smudged beneath them. She walked past me without taking off her shoes.
I followed her toward the stairs. “Maya, what happened?”
Her bedroom door locked before I reached the landing.
She stopped but did not turn around.
“Nothing, Mom. Please.”
Then she disappeared upstairs.
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