Gemotions

The dusty library offered little comfort. He ran his fingers over the words on the list. His father, a quiet, reserved man, had apparently harbored secret desires. "Learn to play the guitar" was the first entry. He had never seen his father express any such inclinations. The silence of the library seemed to press in on him.

He remembered his father's gentle smile, a smile he now saw as a mask. He had never truly known his father, never taken the time to understand him. He looked down at the list, feeling a strange mix of sorrow and frustration. He had failed to see the man beneath the surface. He felt as though a great truth had been hidden from him.