🌫️ Story: The Laugh That Wasn’t Hers
Sophie didn’t notice it at first. She was sitting at the kitchen table, scrolling through something on her phone, when she let out a small, natural laugh — the kind that slips out before you even realise you’re smiling. From across the room, her mother suddenly burst into a loud, exaggerated version of the same laugh. Not similar. Not shared. Not joining in. A copy — but stretched, distorted, too loud, too long. Sophie froze for a second. It felt… off. Like someone wearing her face as a mask. But she brushed it off. Maybe Mum just found it funny too. 🌪️ The Pattern A few days later, it happened again. Sophie laughed at a message from a friend — a soft, warm laugh. Her mother snapped her head around and immediately repeated it, but bigger , sharper , almost like a performance. Sophie’s stomach tightened. It didn’t feel like connection. It felt like competition . Like her mother wasn’t laughing with her — she was laughing over her. 🧠 Inside the Moment Sophie started paying at...