đ˛ My teenage daughter often talks in her sleep. Usually, she talks about trivial things, and I’ve gotten used to it. Most of the time, I donât even pay attention to it anymore.
However, one day, while I was passing by her room, I heard her talking so loudly that I thought she wasnât asleep yet.
“What’s wrong, my dear?” I asked as I entered her room, but she didnât respond. I quickly realized she was sleep-talking, so I turned to leave her room.
That’s when she said, “Iâll keep our secret, donât worry.”
That worried me. The next day, during lunch, I decided to ask her directly: “Sweetie, is there something you want to tell me? You know, you can tell me anything.”
She replied, without looking me in the eyes, “No, mom, you know everything.”
Her answer worried me because she always behaves like this when she’s lying.
Then, I remembered that she had been spending a lot of time at a friendâs house lately. Until then, I hadnât thought it was strange, but now, with her lies, I began to have doubts.
I decided to follow her to understand what was going on, and what I discovered left me speechless.
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After school, she headed to an old cafĂŠ outside the city center, a place I had never seen her go to before.
Hiding behind a corner, I saw a man.
A man I knew very well: it was her father, the one who had abandoned us as soon as he found out I was pregnant.
I slowly approached them, my face pale and my legs shaking.
He saw me before I had a chance to say anything.
He slowly stood up.
“I suppose you have questions,” he said, in a rough voice.
My daughter moved up next to him, looking at me with eyes full of complicity.
“Mom, heâs back. He just wanted us to be a family again.”
In the end, I decided to give him a second chance, for my daughter.
