Gemotions

“Okay,” I said to myself, gripping the door handle. The house stood before me, a silent testament to generations past. My brother, David, was whistling a cheerful tune, oblivious to the turmoil churning inside me. I was the one who had to handle the details, the logistics, the… everything.

The threshold felt like a boundary I couldn't cross. The house seemed to hold its breath. I felt a pressure building in my head, a dull ache behind my eyes. I took a few deep breaths, forcing myself to step over the threshold.

"Coming!" I called out to David, as if I had some control. My voice sounded small and brittle. I had to focus on the task at hand, the daunting list of things that needed doing.