“Do you even want to hear my side of it?” my child asked. “No,” was my tense response. I had been informed by someone about his actions and behavior and did not like it one bit. I didn’t want to hear excuses or justifications. I had been told by someone I trusted that my child had done something uncharacteristic of him. And because his behavior since turning 14 was that of some small stranger, I believed them. Believing this person was not a bad thing; the person was trustworthy, and I had known them for quite a while.