I Opened My Teen Daughter’s Door — and Froze When I Saw What She Was Doing

My daughter is 14. She’s dating a boy her age — polite, soft-spoken, the kind of kid every parent hopes their child will bring home.

Every Sunday, he visits us. They disappear into her room, the door closed for hours. I trust my daughter, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious. One Sunday, my imagination got the better of me.

“What if…” I thought, as a dozen worst-case scenarios rushed through my mind. Before I could stop myself, I marched down the hall and pushed the door open.

The room was dimly lit, soft music playing. My heart pounded — but then I froze.