Gemotions

Liam kicked at a discarded textbook in the living room, sending it skittering across the hardwood floor. He'd come home expecting peace and quiet, not to find his mother, gleefully holding up a faded artwork of a wonky-looking rainbow. "Look, Liam! Remember your kindergarten masterpiece?"

He slumped onto the sofa, the cushions doing little to absorb his mounting irritation. He’d been having a brutal day at work, and the last thing he wanted was a stroll down memory lane. His mother, beaming, started reading aloud from a handwritten essay on the importance of recycling.

He rubbed his temples, a headache beginning to form behind his eyes. He wished he could just vanish.