Disowning My Rebellious Daughter

In my previous life, my daughter, Madison, posted a selfie on her social media, using a red scarf—the kind schoolchildren wear—as a tube top.

The caption read. [Out on the streets to make some money tonight!]

The comments were full of praise and emojis.

[Wow, she must be expensive—looks like 8,888 a night!]

[Slay, queen!]

I was so furious I rushed home and confiscated all her electronic devices.

That night, she cried and screamed, threatening to jump off the building.

"You don’t understand me at all! I can’t take the pain of this broken home anymore!"