For a moment, my heart raced with all the fears that come with motherhood — the whispers of doubt, the what-ifs that creep in when silence feels too heavy. I stood outside her door, torn between trust and curiosity, wondering if I was about to uncover something I wasn’t ready for. But when I peeked inside, I didn’t find rebellion or secrets — just two teenagers, focused and kind, solving math problems under the soft glow of a desk lamp.
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