Gemotions

The aroma of Grandma Rose's brisket, usually a comfort, now felt like a poignant reminder of the life Daniel’s sister, Sarah, was leaving behind. He watched Sarah across the kitchen table, her face alight as she described the peace she’d found in Buddhism. The unfamiliar symbols she was learning seemed to dance in the air around her, a world away from the familiar Star of David hanging above the doorway. Daniel’s stomach churned, not with anger, but a hollow ache. He reached across the table, covering her hand with his own. He simply squeezed, a silent offering of support.