Gemotions

A chuckle bubbled up from Amelia's chest as she scrolled. Her daughter, Chloe, thought she was so clever, setting up this finsta. Amelia had stumbled upon it purely by accident, a rogue notification that had piqued her curiosity. She had expected angst-ridden poetry or poorly filtered selfies. Instead, there were photos of Chloe and her friends, captioned with inside jokes that made Amelia's lips curl up. She swiped to a picture of Chloe covered in mud, grinning at the camera, and muttered, "Sneaky little minx."