Gemotions

My grandfather, a staunch atheist his entire life, looked at me with an odd sort of serenity in his eyes. He had called a family meeting to announce his conversion. "I've decided to embrace the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster," he declared, a small smile playing on his lips.

I could feel a coldness creep across my face. My lips parted, but no sound came out. The room, which had always felt comfortable and safe, suddenly felt strange, unfamiliar. The words he had used repeated in my mind.