I Tracked My Daughter’s Phone and Discovered a Disgusting Secret

I secretly tracked my 18-year-old daughter’s phone after she left for college, despite my husband’s objections. Noticing she frequently went to a location far from campus, I followed her and was shocked to find her working as a makeup artist at a high-end beauty parlor—with my husband there, supporting her.

They confessed she wasn’t attending college but pursuing her passion for beauty, which she’d had since age 13. She’d even built a successful online presence with over 200k followers, but they kept it from me knowing I’d disapprove. Now, I feel betrayed and torn. Am I wrong? – Serena

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