One evening, my daughter-in-law, Daniela, locked herself in the bathroom as usual — over an hour of running water, strange scents, and faint murmurs. When my son Leonardo was away, I suddenly heard a man’s voice from inside. My heart stopped. Terrified, I called the police.
When they arrived, Daniela opened the door, shocked and confused. The officers found no one else inside. Blushing, she explained, “I’m taking an online aromatherapy course — that’s the instructor’s voice.”
I felt utterly ashamed. My wild imagination had turned something innocent into a scandal. But Daniela forgave me with grace, and that moment brought us closer. She later taught me meditation, and we began to share laughter instead of suspicion.
Even Leonardo laughed when he found out: “Mom, you called the cops over a meditation class?”
Moral: Don’t assume the worst — sometimes, what we fear is just something we don’t yet understand.
