didn’t even have a clue what I was talking about when I arrived.” I nodded, feeling a mix of sadness and relief, “I’m just glad you’re safe. But we really need to talk about what happened.”

And so, we talked. We talked about responsibility, about communication, about the challenges of adulthood.

It wasn’t an easy conversation, but it was a necessary one.

In the end, Michael understood that getting a car wasn’t just about fulfilling a desire for freedom; it came with responsibilities.

And I understood that communication was key, even when things got tough.

From that day on, we worked on rebuilding our relationship, stronger than before, knowing that challenges would come, but we would face them together.