Gemotions

The gentle hum of the refrigerator, a constant sound that had always been a part of her life, reminded Olivia of her grandmother's kitchen, the comforting smells of cooking and baking. The image of her daughter’s phone, left on the coffee table, swam before her eyes.

She should leave it alone. She *knew* she should. The temptation was overwhelming. She remembered the feeling of being a teenager, the exhilaration of secrets, the ache of wanting to belong.

She unlocked the phone. She struggled to understand the language, the slang, the references. She felt a sharp, sudden pang, a… a feeling that settled in her stomach. What was she missing? What did her daughter *really* think of her?