I turn on the camera, and my reflection in the monitor seems alien to me. A light blouse and a timid smile are my main arsenal for now. People write compliments in the chat, and I blush, whispering “thank you,” knowing that more is expected. But instead of open gestures, I just sit deeper in the chair, hugging the pillow. “Can we just chat? - I hear my quiet voice. “Tell me how you are doing.” This is my little island of safety in this bright, frightening world. And today I’m ready to share only the conversation and the embarrassed look