Every time I try to talk, I worry I’ll say the wrong thing. I want to be close again, but I’m afraid that trying too hard will only make her pull away more.

There are nights when I replay conversations in my head, wondering what I did wrong. Her quietness makes me question my parenting more than any argument ever did.

We sit in the same room, yet rarely talk the way we used to. I feel like there are things we both want to say but never do. The silence feels heavy, not empty.

I noticed my daughter stopped telling me about her day. Our conversations became short, and even simple questions seemed to irritate her. I couldn’t understand when the closeness quietly disappeared.