Just silence.
What I learned too late
There’s something no one tells you about being a parent.
You think you’ll always know when something is truly wrong.
That instinct will be loud. Clear. Impossible to ignore.
But sometimes…
It’s quiet.
It’s small changes.
Soft complaints.
Moments you almost overlook.
And if you’re not careful…
You miss it.
The truth
Maya wasn’t overreacting.
She wasn’t being dramatic.
