Two nights ago, I had to work late. When I got home, I went around the house to see the girls and find out how their days were. When I found Brooke (our 15 yr. old), she was in her room. As I walked into her room, she was sitting on her bed crying. I don’t mean just a small tear running down your face crying – she was CRYING. Mascara was all underneath her eyes and running down her cheeks. Her face was visibly wet with tears.
Our exchange went a little something like this:
Me: Hey baby…are you crying?
She nods her head yes.
Me: Oh no! Honey why are you crying? Are you okay?……(then I see that she is watching something on her phone) Are you watching something sad on Netflix?
Brooke: Yes (sniff, cry, sniff, cry)
Me: What is it? Are you watching a…
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