I sighed, grateful for the opening to explain. “Look, I understand that you see it that way. Sharing can be a sign of love in a family, but there’s a line between sharing and invading someone’s space. We all need our own space sometimes. Things that are just ours.”

Mia nodded slowly, perhaps recalling times she wanted her privacy respected too. “We didn’t know she felt so upset about it.”

“I know,” I said gently. “But now you do. And it’s important to respect what she feels. Just like you’d want her to respect your things.”