Gemotions

The glow of the phone illuminated Amelia’s face, casting dancing shadows across the living room. She’d been idly scrolling through her daughter Chloe’s Instagram, when a perfectly curated profile popped up: @ChloesCreations. It featured art, poetry, and a bio that read, "Aspiring artist. Lover of life." Amelia felt a flush of heat rise in her chest. This was unlike anything Chloe posted on her own, heavily-filtered account, a carefully constructed persona for the world.

Her breath hitched. She clicked on a recent post—a charcoal sketch of a weeping willow, breathtakingly detailed. *When did she learn to draw like that?* a thought flashed in her mind. This other account - it felt like she was looking into a secret garden.

“Chloe!” Amelia called, her voice sharper than intended. She knew the game was up.