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Those words changed everything in an instant.
Our daughter didn’t protest. She didn’t explain herself. She simply lowered her eyes as though she had done something wrong. A natural part of growing up had suddenly been framed as something to feel embarrassed about.
The turning point came one evening when my husband, trying to “solve the awkwardness,” suggested our daughter stay in her room until her cycle ended so the boys wouldn’t feel uneasy.
She heard every word.
That night, she sat on her bed in silence. When I checked on her, her eyes were red. She wasn’t upset because of any discomfort—she was hurt because she’d been made to feel unwelcome in her own home during a time when she needed encouragement and security.
I sat awake long after she fell asleep, thinking about the message she had just absorbed. And I knew something had to change immediately.
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