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That’s exactly what happened to me one Saturday afternoon.
Thankfully, the truth was much simpler—and it ended up bringing back memories I hadn’t thought about in years.
An Unexpected Discovery
The room was its usual mix of schoolbooks, headphones, and half-finished projects.
It wasn’t a pen.
It wasn’t a marker.
I picked it up and examined it carefully.
Like many parents, my first instinct was concern.
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