Gemotions

The air in the storage unit was stale and stagnant. Michael unearthed a box of his father's old belongings, and within it, a draft letter. His father, a man of few words, had rarely shared his struggles. The letter was a draft, a resignation from his long-held position in the military. It spoke of exhaustion, of the weight of responsibility, of a need to reclaim his own life. Michael felt a sudden sting behind his eyes. He had never known his father to waver. The words revealed vulnerabilities he never knew existed. He closed his eyes for a moment, picturing his father's stoic face, and the unspoken burdens he had carried.