Gemotions

The gentle hum of the computer filled the otherwise quiet room as Eleanor looked over her daughter's hidden profile. Her jaw clenched slightly, fighting off the urge to smile too widely. She had been worried about her daughter, Emily, isolating herself. Now, she understood.

She tapped her fingers lightly on the desk, a small smile teasing her lips. The vibrant photos, the witty captions… it was clear Emily was having a life. Eleanor felt the tension in her shoulders dissipate, replaced by a surge of warmth.

She pictured asking Emily a casual question. “Oh, did you have fun at that party with Jessica?” The answer would be so interesting. She leaned back in her chair, a sense of peace washing over her.