Emily was relentless that morning, storming around the house, her frustration mounting with each new digital barricade she encountered. Her screams echoed through the hallways as she tried to resurrect her online presence. Her panic was palpable, and my parents, unable to comprehend the full scope of what was unfolding, tried to mediate, their voices placating and naive.
“Claire, can’t you help her with this?” my mother suggested, a note of pleading in her tone.
I shook my head, standing firm in my resolve. “I’m done helping,” I replied softly. “She needs to learn the value of respect and responsibility.”
