My husband and I have kids from ex marriages. His daughter Lena, 15, struggles in school. Bad grades, no drive. Mine, Sophie, 16, is a top student. We planned a beach vacation. I said, \u201cLena stays home with tutors, she hadn\u2019t earned the trip.\u201d My husband nodded. Next day, to our shock, we saw that Lena had packed her things and was already in the car. In the front seat, sunglasses on, earbuds in, suitcase crammed in the back. I stood there, stunned, towel bag slung over my shoulder.<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t look up. \u201cMorning,\u201d she said like nothing was wrong. I turned to my husband. \u201cWe agreed.\u201d He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting from me to Lena. \u201cShe overheard us. Said she\u2019s coming. I didn\u2019t know what to do.\u201d I felt heat rise in my chest. \u201cYou didn\u2019t know what to do? You let a 15-year-old hijack our plans?\u201d But Lena just sat there, legs crossed, scrolling on her phone. Calm as could be. Sophie, who\u2019d been quiet, looked at me and said under her breath, \u201cShe\u2019s not gonna give up that easy.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted to turn around and cancel the whole thing. But the house was booked, the car was packed, and honestly, I was tired. I told myself fine\u2014let her come. Maybe a miserable week with her tutors would\u2019ve been worse for everyone. I sat in the front seat, lips tight. My husband started the car. No one talked much the first hour. By the time we got to the beach house\u2014small but nice, tucked behind palm trees\u2014I had cooled down a little. Maybe she\u2019d just keep to herself, I thought. Let us have our vacation. But of course, that\u2019s not how it went.<\/p>\n
First night, we walked the boardwalk. Sophie and I were splitting a funnel cake, laughing about the tacky t-shirts in the gift shops. I turned to point one out\u2014and saw Lena a few steps behind, holding a cigarette. I stormed over. \u201cWhere\u2019d you get that?\u201d She shrugged. \u201cSome kid.\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re fifteen.\u201d I lost it. I grabbed it from her hand and tossed it in the trash. She didn\u2019t argue. Just walked off into the crowd without another word. My husband ran after her. Left me standing there with the powdered sugar blowing in my face, Sophie staring at the ground. \u201cI don\u2019t get it,\u201d Sophie said quietly. \u201cShe\u2019s so angry all the time.\u201d \u201cShe\u2019s spoiled,\u201d I muttered. But I didn\u2019t really believe that. Something about her silence\u2014it didn\u2019t feel like a tantrum.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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