I was enjoying lunch with a friend during my summer vacation in London when she asked about the whereabouts of the rest of the family.
My husband and tween son were at a museum, I told her. I said I wasn’t sure about my daughter, then 15. I explained that we’d parted ways earlier that morning, and she was exploring the city alone.
She’d already spent time going to places on her own, partly because she no longer shared the same interests as us.
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