North West’s Instagram didn’t fade. It snapped off.
One day it was there with the familiar promise—“managed by parents”—and the next day, the page wouldn’t load. No long explanation, no soft goodbye, just a hard stop that told everyone the same thing: someone inside the house decided the internet had gotten too close.
North is twelve. That fact changes everything. In ordinary families, a kid posts something, parents talk, rules tighten, life goes on. In this family, a kid posts something and strangers treat it like a public event. Screenshots become receipts.
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