My daughter cried. And you know what I did? I stayed.

It was all I could do not to smile at the sweetness of my 12-year-old daughter’s innocence. She was in tears, and I knew they were as genuine and heartfelt as any I had witnessed. They were the tears of her childhood giving way to her adolescence, as though the weight of the world was on her shoulders. It all began ...

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