My daughter is 14, and on most days I feel like she barely grunts in my direction. She thinks everything I do is cringey and delights in telling me how awful my outfits are. So, when I went away for five weeks for a writing residency in Europe, I assumed I’d get a few sporadic text messages from her, but that I’d basically catch up on her life when I got back.
Instead, she called me every single day.
