Gemotions

The house seemed to shrink around her, the walls closing in. She found the letter tucked in a forgotten book. A letter to her mother, filled with angry accusations, the ink now faded but the emotions still sharp. “Mom, I’m disgusted…” it began. The words, once a cry for understanding, now felt like a punch to the gut.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. The silence of the house was deafening, amplifying the turmoil within. She wanted to scream, to break free of the past's hold, the weight that had settled on her shoulders. She turned away from the letter, the room swimming before her eyes.