My six-year-old daughter, Tia, had been insisting for days that someone was in her closet. I dismissed it as an overactive imagination, telling her it was just her clothes or toys. But her fear grew, and one night, I decided to check.

When I opened the closet, I heard a faint buzzing sound. Trying to stay calm, I told Tia it was just the pipes. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong.

The next day, I called an exterminator. To my shock, he found a massive beehive inside the wall. The buzzing Tia had heard was real. The bees were about to break through into her room.

I felt terrible for not believing her. That night, I apologized to Tia for brushing off her fears. She forgave me, and I promised to always listen to her, no matter how small her worries seemed.

Now, we’re staying in the guest room while the exterminator clears out the hive. I can’t stop thinking about what might have happened if the bees had invaded her room. It was a close call, and I’ve learned never to dismiss her concerns again.