Gemotions

The flickering screen illuminated Maya’s face as she scrolled through the profile. Photos of her daughter, Chloe, laughing with friends she’d never mentioned. A vibrant, carefree life was displayed, a stark contrast to Maya’s own. Her stomach churned, a cold knot forming. She pressed her lips into a thin line, the corners of her mouth twitching.

The sheer volume of likes and comments stung. Each interaction felt like a personal affront. She tapped a picture of Chloe at a concert. The joy radiating from her daughter in the image was almost painful. Maya slammed the phone face down on the kitchen table.

She picked up the half-eaten sandwich she’d made for herself, suddenly unable to take a bite. The bread felt like cardboard in her hand. “I’m going to go for a walk,” she announced to the empty house, her voice tight.