Gemotions

I felt my legs go weak, almost buckling under me. Miss Evans. The name was a familiar punch to the gut. My daughter, Sophia, chattered excitedly about the new school year. I faked a smile, but my stomach twisted into a painful knot.

My breath came in ragged gasps. I remembered Miss Evans, her strict rules, her way of making me feel inadequate. The classroom, with its sterile atmosphere and the constant threat of being called out, was a place I had tried to forget. I felt trapped.

Later, I found myself staring out the window, the world seeming distant and blurred. I felt a growing sense of panic, a feeling of helplessness I hadn't experienced in years. The thought of Sophia facing the same challenges, the same scrutiny, made me want to scream. I felt useless.