Gemotions

"Unbelievable," thought Jessica, a low growl forming in her chest. Her son, Samuel, had constructed a digital facade of privilege: exotic vacations, expensive tech gadgets, and an endless stream of lavish gifts. It was almost unbearable.

The sight of it fueled a simmering discontent. She ran her hand through her hair, a mixture of anger and something else she couldn’t name—a wanting, a need to experience that same effortless ease.

She felt a physical ache, a craving for what she did not possess. The images mocked her, a reminder of the life she felt she deserved.