My 14-year-old daughter suddenly begged me to stop her 17-year-old stepbrothr from visiting. She wouldnât say why.
One afternoon, I went into his room.
Under a pile of socks, I found a small box â filled with letters.
Letters written by my daughter.
Each one was a quiet cry for help.
She wrote about feeling invisible, lost, and alone.
And every letter was addressed to him.
She wasnât scared of her stepbrother â she was ashamed.
Ashamed that he knew her pain.
When I brought them together, she cried.
He said softly, âI never told anyone. I just wanted her to feel safe.â
Thatâs when I realized â he wasnât the problem.
He was the person who listened when we didnât.
Sometimes, the people we think are causing distanceâŚ
are the ones quietly holding us together. â¤ď¸
