Raising teenagers is full of surprises, some delightful, others disorienting. One evening, while cleaning my 16-year-old son’s room, I stumbled upon a small white stick. It didn’t look like anything I was familiar with, and for a moment I froze, unsure whether to ask him about it.
At first glance, it looked like a miniature USB drive or a charging accessory. Its white plastic casing, small size, and elongated shape seemed innocuous enough. But when I looked closer, I realized something was wrong. There was no metal plug, buttons, ports,
