Gemotions

He stared at the letter, feeling a sour taste in his mouth. The neat, precise handwriting, so familiar, had always been a source of quiet pride. Until now. His mother’s resignation, written just months before his birth. From the art gallery. A job she had repeatedly told him was "fulfilling."

"An exciting new opportunity," the letter stated. Liam snorted. *Opportunity*? What a load of rubbish.

He remembered her constant complaining, the late nights spent hunched over spreadsheets. He knew the truth. He'd seen it. Her dissatisfaction had been obvious. The whole thing felt like a fabrication. He tossed it onto the growing pile of 'things to get rid of'.