Gemotions

He stared at the page, the ink beginning to blur before his eyes. It was a published anthology. John clutched the book to his chest, the glossy paper oddly cold against his skin. This essay had detailed his upbringing in a foster home. A deep ache settled in his chest, recalling the trauma, the losses, the constant upheaval.

He thought of the children still living in similar situations, the weight of their uncertain futures. He remembered the feeling of being unseen, unheard. A powerful urge surged through him. He wanted to reach out, to reassure them, to tell them they weren't alone. He wanted to whisper that he understood the burden they carried.