Caitlyn knew something was off with her daughter from the moment she stepped out of her room in the morning. She was quiet, moody, standoffish. Which wasn’t like her most of the time.

A smart ass? Of course. But not an ass in and of itself. Caitlyn made her breakfast, she pushed it around the plate. She kissed her on the head on the way out the door, she dodged her mother’s touch. Caitlyn even packed her lunch, and she just wrinkled her nose and walked off.

Caitlyn was sick and tired of her attitude. When her daughter got home, she avoided her like the plague, acting all guilty and secretive. Eventually, she’d had enough.

Caitlyn ventured up to her daughter’s room, and when she didn’t find her there, she checked the bathroom. That’s when she saw it; the tampon wrapper in the counter. Oh. Her daughter had gotten her first period, and it showed.

She approached her daughter who’s lounging on the couch, hand splayed over her stomach. She sighed and sat beside her, fixing her with a knowing glance.

“Darling, I think there’s something you need to tell me.”