Gemotions

He found the notebook tucked away in the drawer. Scribbled sentences in a familiar script, words he understood. His native tongue. A language they had never shared, a part of himself he had kept walled off. His chest felt heavy, a dull ache that spread through him. He flipped through the pages, each neat line of script like a tiny, deliberate stab.

He knew she’d been asking his mother more questions about his family. She’d been paying closer attention whenever he spoke on the phone to his parents. He just hadn't realized… He slammed the drawer shut, the wood shuddering. It felt like someone had rewritten his history.