Gemotions

The vibrant, online world of her son, Alex, felt cold and alien. Deborah scrolled through the posts, each one a curated snapshot of a life she didn't recognize. The photos, the comments, the tone – it all felt foreign. She felt a sense of disorientation, as if she had entered a parallel universe.

She picked at a loose thread on the sofa, her hands trembling slightly. She’d always considered herself a good mother, involved, supportive. Now, she felt like she was looking at a stranger. The silence of the house seemed to amplify her thoughts, the tick-tock of the clock a relentless reminder of passing time and a lost connection.

She felt a hollowness in her chest, a physical ache that intensified with each passing moment. The world felt too much for her, and she felt herself begin to shrink. She got up, closed the laptop, and went to bed, trying to push back the encroaching darkness.