The Truth Behind the Door

I have a 14-year old daughter. She is dating a boy who is 14, too. He is very well-mannered, a nice guy. Every Sunday, he comes to our place… and my daughter and he spend the entire day in her room. I don’t want to disturb them, but one Sunday I thought: “We live in the 21st century. Kids are growing faster nowadays.

What if they are making their own kids there?!” So I ran to her room, I opened up the door, the lamp was dimmed, I heard them talking. I come into the room looking like“ I got you,” and you know what I see? My daughter is sitting in the armchair knitting a scarf and the boy is lying on the couch and reading out loud. The only thing I could say was: “Would you like some tea?..”….

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