Gemotions

The glow of the computer screen cast a sickly pallor across Sarah’s face. Another level cleared, another virtual world conquered. Her fingers, usually nimble at the piano, felt leaden and unresponsive. The competitive gaming scene, which had once been her escape, now felt like a relentless grind. Across the room, her son, Leo, was glued to his own monitor, fingers flying across the keyboard. He was a whirlwind of energy, his voice a constant, excited chatter. “Mom! Check out this new strategy! I’m going to be the best!” Sarah just let out a long sigh as she rubbed the skin around her eyes.