My daughter is 14. She is dating a boy of the same age. He is very well-mannered, a nice guy.
Every Sunday, he comes to our place… and spends the entire day in her room.
I don’t want to disturb them, yet one Sunday I thought: “What if they are making their own kids there?!”
So I ran to her room, I opened the door, the lamp was dimmed, and you know what I see?
My daughter is…sitting on the floor, headphones on, completely absorbed in helping him study for his math exam.
He was beside her with a notebook open, scratching his head in frustration.
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