Gemotions

He stared at the page, the ink bleeding slightly on the aged paper: "Visit the Taj Mahal." "Learn to code." He felt a tightening in his throat. His father, a man who seemed to take everything in stride, had left him with this.

Michael's jaw clenched. He moved over to the computer that was his father's. A flicker of anger rose within him. He felt as though he was still being lectured. The unspoken words and the unfulfilled desires, just another thing left for him to deal with.

He turned off the computer, the screen going black, reflecting his own disgruntled expression. He walked out of the house, the sun's glare hitting him. He kicked a rock down the sidewalk.