Gemotions

He slammed his fist on the table, making the glasses jump. His uncle, Arthur, calmly continued to sip his tea, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. “You know, Samuel, it is about finding peace. The principles of Buddhism…”

“Peace?” Samuel spat the word. “You find peace in abandoning your family? In tossing aside everything you’ve always held dear? My grandmother, the years of Sundays at the church…"

He paced the room, his breath coming in ragged bursts. The air felt thick, suffocating. He wanted to rip the prayer beads from his uncle’s hands, to shatter the placid mask.

“It's not abandonment, Samuel. It's…” Arthur began, but Samuel cut him off. “It's a slap in the face! You think this is some kind of hobby? You think this is a game?” He grabbed his coat and stormed out, the door slamming with a resounding crash that echoed through the quiet house.