We were watching Master Chef after dinner—me, Anthony, and Isabelle.
Isabelle was on her phone, searching things about the recipes.
It was the final episode.
I told her, half-joking but also serious, “Be careful not to spoil anything.”
She got up and left. A little quiet. A little upset.
I didn’t mean to push her away.
I thought I was being light.
Now I’m sitting here wondering—
Should I have said it differently?
Should I have let it go?
Should I go upstairs and apologize?
I’m not sure.
Parenting teens is like that.
Sometimes a small moment flips, and you don’t even know why.
I’ll check in with her later.
For now, I’m just sitting in that in-between space—where maybe I did the right thing.
And maybe I didn’t.
