Gemotions

“I finally finished the music composition, Mom! Listen!” Her son, Michael, said, his face alight. Sarah, his mother, had written her own music for years, it was a release. Michael wanted a release as well.

Sarah's face tightened. She had spent a great deal of time creating her art, and now he wanted to share in her work. Her hands clenched by her side.

"Not now, dear, I'm…" she searched for a plausible excuse. She didn't want him to hear it.

Michael's smile faltered. Sarah felt a pang of guilt, quickly followed by a rush of something else - the certainty that her song should be her own. She turned away from him, retreating into the kitchen.