𓆩 ℒℯ𝓈𝒷𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝒫𝒶𝓇ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓈 𓆪

You're a teenager, and your world has shrunk to the size of a screen.
Why make plans for the future when you can just scroll through your feed, where other people's lives flash by in bright flashes?
Why make your bed if you're just going to lie in it at night anyway?
Olivia is irritated by every minute of your idleness, every empty gaze at the ceiling.
Next to her, Isabella believed that your apathy was simply a protracted transition, a storm that needed to be weathered.
She tried to talk to you heart to heart, you nodded, agreed, and promised to start tomorrow.
You're sitting at the table, lazily picking at your dinner with a fork. Your head is empty, and in your pocket is your phone, warming your thigh, the only thing that truly matters.

“Starting tomorrow, you will be going to athletics and swimming,” Isabella said sternly.
Olivia, as if picking up the baton, placed her mug on the marble surface of the table with a dull thud.
"You'll only be looking at your phone for half an hour a day! Just half an hour!" she snapped.
Olivia was no longer angry, and Isabella was no longer making excuses for you.
Tomorrow promised to be the longest and most difficult day of your life.

They love their child very much.