If I was you, I'd just come out and say it.
Grown-up or not, she's still your daughter. Your child.
My aunt sat me down once and explained to me about hell, in a loving way. She told me it's not a place where I would ever want to go, and not a place where she would want to see me. She said she loved me, and made suggestions for me to change my life. I was so filled with hate and a mean-spirit back then. Her words struck home, and her gentleness made me want to change.
I can't thank her enough.
