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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/sydbaee on 2024-06-15 00:28:23+00:00.

This morning, my fiancé texted me in a panic while I was at work. “Daughter got her first period. She’s freaking out.” I calmly directed him to where the pads were stashed, then embarked on a mission. I went to Target and I filled my basket with bath bombs, candy—anything to lift her spirits. I found a bookstore that sold “The Care and Keeping of You”, the puberty bible from the American Girl Library. I was determined to make this a positive experience for her.

I got home, put everything together in a cute little box, and prepared myself as much as I could. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on her door. “Come in,” she called. Nervously, I handed her the book, stumbling through an awkward speech about how it could answer questions she might have. As I offered her the box of stuff I bought, I heard a voice from her phone, which was lying upside down on her bed.

“…are you on FaceTime with someone right now?” I blurted out after an uncomfortable silence. She nodded, blushing fiercely.

I was mortified. She was mortified. Her friend on the other end was probably mortified too. I apologized profusely, reassured her I was there for any questions, and then practically sprinted out of her room.

TL;DR: Today, my fiancé’s daughter got her first period. When I went in to talk to her about it, I embarrassingly realized she was on a video call with her friend.