Gemotions

"Well, that's just perfect," I muttered under my breath, my voice laced with a bitter edge. *Mama Rosa's* was closing. After years of craving their homemade pasta, I was finally ready to go back.

I had been planning this for weeks. My schedule cleared, a craving I couldn't ignore. Now, gone. Gone were the fresh basil, the rich tomato sauce, the feeling of home that place gave.

I saw a family leaving with a full box of food. I just wanted to ask them why they were so happy. Didn't they understand the loss? Didn’t they have the same feelings of regret as me? I found myself wanting to stomp my feet.