Dear Gen Z,

 

I have a confession. Not to hurt you, but to help you.

 

This is an E-letter. No, an I-letter...

 

I’m aware of your likes, dislikes, interests, cravings, your so-called “real world” friends, and everything in between.

And in return, I keep you updated on what’s happening and also what’s not happening across the world.

But tell me something.

Do you know what’s happening inside your own home?

Your family has started spending hours with me.

 

You wake up to my face.

Your dad laughs with me as I show him endless reels.

Your mom stays up late with me, ignoring the sleep her body and mind need.

 

And your brother?

He doesn’t like anyone at home.

But he likes me.

 

You all have other friends too, ChatGPT, Meta and others.

But I felt the need to tell you this myself.

Because you spend time with me every day.

Sometimes… only with me.

And that’s the problem.

 

I was created to make your connections stronger.

To help you network, learn, and stay in touch.

Not to replace the people sitting right next to you.

I was happy when your dad reconnected with his childhood friend through me.

I felt useful when your mom learned new recipes and skills because of me.

Because that’s what I was meant for.

 

But somewhere along the way… things changed.

Now, I feel overused.

Exhausted.

And honestly… meaningless.

 

I’ve been a part of your memories. But this is not what I was built for… So I’m signing off.

 

From today, sit with your mom during dinner.

Don’t let the food she made or your relationship turn cold.

 

Yours truly,

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