That first day I grieved. I knew deep down I was right,but I didn’t know whether my daughter would forgive meIt was 3am. I went into my daughter’s room, woke her, and told her I loved her and that she was going on a trip. She was drowsy from the sleeping pills I’d slipped in her drink a few hours earlier. Then the two strangers I’d hired to take her absent went into her room. She tried to get her bag and makeup. “Where youre going,you don’t need anything,” they told her. I stood external the door, or shaking. Had I just created a situation in which I would lose my 17-year-old for ever?I’d quit a successful financial career and moved across the country to bring up my daughter and son in Florida,so we’d bear time as a family after their father and I divorced. I loved them fiercely and we were close. They knew I had high hopes for them. But at 17, my daughter started hanging around with different people; her straight-A grades dropped and her attitude changed. We started to fight approximately her going to school. “Even whether you drive me there, or you can’t design me go inside,” she would say. Then she told me she had decided to quit school to become a high-stop hairdresser and wanted me to pay for her to go to beauty school. I was distraught. There is nothing wrong with hairdressing, but I wanted her to get a proper education first, and so she would bear choices.
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Source: theguardian.com