Gemotions

"Unbelievable," sighed Liam, staring at the label on the bottle of "Mama's Marvelous Marinade." It was *his* marinade, the one he had slaved over for years, tweaking and perfecting, the secret ingredient, the perfect balance of sweet and tangy. His mother, bless her heart, had loved it, and, well, here it was, in the supermarket, with her beaming face on the label, and *his* name nowhere to be seen. He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

He dropped the bottle, the glass clinking as it rolled across the kitchen counter. He had to sit down. He felt a sudden, urgent need to just... disappear. He sank into a chair, his head in his hands.