Mama Reed sat at the kitchen table in her son Luke’s home in sunny California. The golden light streamed through the big window, warming her teacup. She held a small pack of beetroot supplements in her hand, ready to take her first pill.
Her daughter, Trinity, had flown all the way from the UK to surprise her. Trinity had seen an Instagram video about the health benefits of beetroot, shared by someone called Michael Mosley, and thought it would be a perfect gift for her mom.
The video looked so real and so trustworthy. After all, everyone in her dormitory back in London kept saying, “Michael Mosley is reliable.” Trinity had no idea who he really was, but she believed her roommate’s words and wanted to do something kind for her diabetic mom.
As Mama Reed lifted the bottle, her son Luke quickly stopped her.
“Wait, Mom,” Luke said, gently placing his hand on hers. “Where did you get this?”
Trinity replied quickly, “I bought it in the UK. I saw Michael Mosley’s video online, and it said beetroot is great for health.”
Luke frowned and picked up the supplement bottle. His wife, Sarah, walked into the kitchen, rocking their baby boy in a cloth strap around her chest. She was a pharmacist and had warned him about AI-generated misinformation on some medications spreading across the UK.
“This is one of those fake products,” Luke said firmly. “There’s been a wave of deepfake AI videos. They use Michael Mosley’s face and voice to trick people into buying things that aren’t safe. It looks real, but it’s not. They are scams.”
Trinity’s eyes widened. “Oh no… I… I had no idea. I just wanted to get Mom something nice.”
Sarah leaned close, hugged Trinity, and smiled softly. “It’s not your fault. The internet is full of garbage that looks real but isn’t. That’s why we always check twice before trusting what we see.”
Mama Reed placed the supplement bottle down and exhaled with relief. “Thank you. I had no idea there was such a thing like deepfake AI. But now I do. If I had taken that pill, who knows what would have happened.”
Instead, she reached for her warm chamomile tea, brewed earlier by Trinity. As she sipped, memories rushed back. The long days of working as a cleaner, raising her kids, and making sure they never went hungry. Her children were her greatest pride, and motherhood, though hard, had been her greatest joy.
She looked at Sarah, who stood rocking her baby, tired eyes but a warm smile. “Being a mother is never easy,” she whispered.
Sarah laughed softly. “You’re right, Mama. Between work, the baby, and the house, I feel like I have no time for myself. Sometimes I just want help.”
At that moment, her phone buzzed. A client from Shawn’s Bookstore wanted to place an order, but Sarah sighed. “I can’t do this now. I’m so tired.”
Trinity stepped forward, eager to help. “I’ll take care of it for you, Sarah. You should rest. You deserve it.”
Sarah’s eyes watered as she mouthed, “Thank you.”
As Sarah hugged her mother-in-law with one arm, her toddler wrapped snugly in the sling, warmth filled the room. Family was everything – through struggles, mistakes, and lessons learned.
It was in that moment that Mama Reed thought about how easy it is for mothers, especially young mothers, to become overwhelmed. From work, house chores, and childcare, everything piles up. Even the internet, once a safe space for advice, had become a place where AI-generated misinformation was causing a lot of damage.
If not for Luke and Sarah’s quick thinking, she thought to herself, she might have trusted the fake supplement. Luckily, Trinity’s naivety made her realize the importance of checking sources.
That evening, the family gathered at the table. The beetroot supplement bottle sat unopened on the counter, a reminder of the dangers of believing everything online.
Luke explained more about deepfake AI. “They can copy a famous person’s face and voice, make them say things they never said. It looks real, but it’s false. That’s how they trick people into buying unsafe products.”
Trinity nodded slowly. “I get it now. I thought I was helping, but instead I almost put Mom at risk. From now on, I’ll check carefully. No more buying things just because I see them on Instagram.”
Mama Reed smiled, touching her daughter’s hand. “It’s okay, Trinity. What matters is you care. That’s the heart of motherhood, always trying, even when mistakes happen.”
Sarah leaned back, yawning as the baby finally fell asleep. “Sometimes, I just wish there was someone who could help busy moms like me. We need time to breathe, to hug, to rest, to live.”
Trinity’s eyes lit up. “There is something! I heard about Hellomom. It’s a service that helps working moms and wives manage their tasks so they can spend more time with family. It’s like having an extra pair of hands when you feel tired.”
Sarah looked interested. “Really? That sounds like a dream come through for me. Are they that trustworthy because Sheila, my colleague at work needs help too.”
“They are. Veronica told me her sister has used their services and the bags under her eyes disappeared when she started working with them.”
“What a relief, praise the Lord,” Sarah said and laughed.
Mama Reed chuckled. “When I was raising you kids, I had no such help. I scrubbed floors, cooked meals, worked late, and still came home to do laundry. Luke was always holding my skirt and it was hard doing chores when he was younger. If I had something like Hellomom back then, oh, what a blessing that would have been.”
Sarah hugged her mother-in-law again, this time with hope. “Maybe it’s time I try it. I want to enjoy those fast yet remarkable moments with my baby and my husband without always feeling exhausted.”
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That night, as the house quieted and the stars sparkled outside, Mama Reed finished her chamomile tea and whispered to herself:
“Motherhood is hard, but it is love. And with a little help, love can shine even brighter.
