I don’t believe in privacy for children and teenagers are like big bodied two year olds who won’t fit into a playpen anymore. So I do random room searches. I confiscate lighters, gauges, piercing needles. I read notes, book covers, and little crumpled pieces of paper. I throw out empty chip bags, gum wrappers, pen caps, safety pins, and broken crayons. I find random stiff rolled up socks, used kleenex, memory cards, banana peels, and torn out pictures of vampires from magazines.
Yesterday morning I found the one thing I never though I’d find in her closet. I’d be less surprised to find a pack of cigarettes or an empty beer can or a scale. Or even a teenage boy. But this?