Gemotions

A tremor ran through Liam’s fingers as he poured his father another cup of coffee. His sister, Maya, had always been drawn to the mystical, but this – becoming a Hare Krishna devotee – felt like a seismic shift. He remembered her vibrant laughter, the way she used to braid his hair when they were kids. Now, her eyes shone with an unfamiliar serenity. His dad was livid, pacing the living room, muttering about "brainwashing." Liam simply squeezed his father's shoulder, trying to project a sense of steadiness. "He’s just… worried," Liam said gently, meeting his father’s glare with a quiet understanding. "Let’s hear her out." He knew his father needed grounding.