Gemotions

The stained-glass windows of the church cast a kaleidoscope of colors across the room. My sister, Clara, announced she would be joining the Mormon church. I felt a cool, empty feeling.

Clara’s voice, normally vibrant, was quiet as she spoke. She seemed…contained. I stared at the intricate patterns of the stained glass, the vibrant colors a stark contrast to my internal state.

After her announcement, I simply nodded. I offered a gentle, "that's nice." The words felt distant, almost foreign. The shift felt inevitable, and I was just along for the ride. I felt like the sea, accommodating every shift in tide.