Gemotions

The gentle rhythm of the rain against the windowpane lulled Emily into a state of quiet contemplation. It was a cozy evening, the kind that invited introspection. Her son, Ben, was probably in his room, engrossed in a video game.

The account revealed itself during a routine check of Ben's phone for an email. She knew it was a breach of privacy, but her curiosity overwhelmed her conscience. She felt a prickle of nerves as she scrolled through the posts.

She saw a different side of him, his humor, his friendships, his own particular brand of wisdom. Her throat tightened, and her eyes welled up a bit as she watched his videos, the content of which made her chuckle. Emily felt a gentle lightness in her chest and smiled to herself.