Gemotions

The gleaming, modern office felt like a cage to Henry. His sister, Clara, was already discussing expansion plans and revenue streams. A successful tech startup. His heart sank. He was a fool.

He clutched the small, tattered envelope. Inside, a collection of his father's unsold poetry manuscripts. He felt a burning shame.

His father had always dreamed of being a writer, but the world didn't need writers. It needed money. He felt his cheeks flush.

He knew he couldn’t measure up. He knew what he was. He was nothing. The office lights seemed to dim.