Throughout elementary school, she was eager to regale me with stories... That was, until my daughter started middle school. Now that she was 13, stony silence replaced the endless chatter.
Desperately hoping for some insight into what had occurred... I would gently prod. But my inquiries were met with annoyed sighs and a blistering side-eye.
I could only imagine the withering disdain that might register on my teen's face if I tried them on her. Then I realized: Would I want to be interrogated the second I finished a tough workday?
Perhaps the solution was, on those car rides, to simply not ask her anything at all.
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