Monday. The closed door.
Lily, my 15-year-old daughter, came home, mumbled "fine," and shut her bedroom door. Third day in a row. I stood in the hallway, hand half-raised to knock. If I don't ask, she'll think I don't care. If I do, she'll shut me out completely. I opened Wisayo instead.
Today's insight: Lily may need space today. Your strength is calm presence: being available without pressure.
Suggested follow-up: "How to show Lily I'm here without pushing her?"
I tapped it and read the answer twice. So I didn't knock. I made her favorite pasta and left a plate by her door with a note: Here if you want me. An hour later, the plate came back empty. The note was gone. I sat in the kitchen and cried a little. The good kind.



