It was 1 a.m., and the blue glow from under my son's door said it all. I opened it quietly—there he was, headset on, shouting into Fortnite. "Just one more round!" he begged when I told him to stop. "You said that an hour ago," I snapped, tired and angry.
Every morning was the same—grumpy breakfasts, late alarms, missed buses. I was worried but didn't know what else to do. One night, after another fight, I realized the yelling wasn't helping. Something had to change.
That's when I decided to try FamiSafe.
