Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the website mocked me. My son’s secret account, a vibrant, chaotic mess of images and videos. He was skateboarding, with friends, with girls… Things I had no idea he was doing. My face flushed with a mixture of anger and… was it fear?

I paced back and forth, restless. My hands were clammy, and my palms itched with a strange, unpleasant sensation. I felt the urge to destroy something. To break the screen, to shatter the image, to erase everything.

I needed to act. But what should I do? Confront him? Pretend I didn't know? The questions swirled in my head, and I felt as if I was going to explode.