Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the yarn spilled across the table, a kaleidoscope of hues. Sarah carefully wound a ball of the soft wool, her fingers moving with practiced ease. The rhythmic clicking of the knitting needles was a soothing soundtrack. It was something she enjoyed and found therapeutic.

She smiled at the neat rows of stitches, the fabric growing slowly under her hands. Each loop, each stitch, brought her a quiet joy. The world outside, its demands and anxieties, seemed to fade away. She was at peace.

Then, her phone buzzed with an urgent notification. A friend had sent a link, claiming it was her daughter's hidden profile. Her hands stilled, the needles dropping to the table. The yarn, suddenly, felt like a burden.