My teenage daughter kept telling me something was wrong with her body. My husband brushed it off as overreaction until the day I took her to the hospital and the truth reshaped our family forever.

“You were strong for speaking,” I told her.

And I meant it.

We’re okay now. Better than okay. Our home is quieter. Safer. Maya trusts her body again. And for the first time in years, I trust myself.

Sometimes love isn’t about keeping the peace.

Sometimes it’s about listening when no one else will—and choosing your child, every single time.