Rebecca hummed along to the old rock tune playing on the radio as she chopped vegetables in the kitchen. Her kitchen was a sanctuary, filled with the aroma of simmering stew and the comforting sizzle of garlic. She was lost in her own world, preparing dinner for the family, her mind racing through the day’s to-do list.Suddenly, a voice pierced the air, “Mom!” It was Jason, her seventeen-year-old son, calling out from his room. She knew that tone; something was wrong. She wiped her hands on her apron and hurried down the hallway. “Jason, what’s up?” she called out, her footsteps echoing through the house.“Mom, can you come here for a sec?” His voice was strained, a mix of urgency and embarrassment. She paused outside his door, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for whatever teenage crisis awaited her. “Okay, sweetie, I’m coming in,” she said,
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