22 August 2026

During a family dinner, my daughter quietly passed me a note: “Mom, immediately pretend that you are ill and leave here.” At first, I thought my daughter was joking, but a few minutes later something happened that horrified me.

But I smiled anyway.

Because that’s what you do.

My daughter sat beside me.

Usually, she was talkative—always ready to share something from school, a story, a joke, anything.

But that night… she was quiet.

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