Gemotions

The smell of mildew and forgotten things filled the air. David, rummaging through a forgotten trunk, discovered a letter written by his daughter. The words detailed her youthful dreams, her aspirations for a career as a dancer. He stared at the letter, feeling the blood drain from his face.

His daughter had become a lawyer, a respectable profession. He had encouraged it. He’d guided her towards it. He felt the sting of regret in his eyes. He realized he’d imposed his own ambitions onto her. The letter felt heavy in his hand, a reminder of what he had taken away.