I enter the room knowing that my child is there. I am in a good mood and have high hopes. He is going to be delighted to see me!
But the kid snorts, blocks the phone and puts it down.
He turns to me with a displeased look on his face.
There is no joy from my side anymore. Only rising suspicions, fear and dissaproval. Or, even worse, indifference. “Let him do whatever he wants on his Internet!” But I am feeling heavy-hearted.