Gemotions

The school supply list lay discarded on the table, crumpled from his tight grip. His shoulders ached. *Ms. Ramirez*. He felt his blood pressure rise. The woman who had called his writing "scribbles". The woman who had made him the class clown.

He felt a deep sense of irritation. He could not allow this to happen again. He needed to act.

He abruptly stood up and began to rearrange the furniture in the living room. It was something to do. A way to occupy himself and the thoughts. He was trying to think. He found himself going over all the things he had to do. He would make sure his daughter, Sofia, excelled in her class.