Gemotions

The screen was a portal to a world I couldn't comprehend. My stomach twisted with nausea as I scrolled through the posts. My daughter, the sweet, shy girl who blushed at compliments, was suddenly a different person. The posts were laced with cynicism and defiance, filled with inside jokes and references I didn't understand.

I gripped the phone tighter, my knuckles white. I wanted to scream, to break something. I forced myself to take a deep breath, trying to regain control. Then, I headed out the door. I needed air.

The brisk autumn breeze did little to settle my nerves. I needed to see her, to look her in the eye. I marched towards her school, my legs moving with an urgency I couldn't explain.