I learned to choose my battles. When my daughter dyed her hair blue, I bit my tongue. And you know what? It faded. But our trust grew.
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I learned to choose my battles. When my daughter dyed her hair blue, I bit my tongue. And you know what? It faded. But our trust grew.
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Not every moment needs a lecture. Sometimes, they need space. Other times, they need silence. And often, they just need to know weβre not walking away.