Gemotions

The news had left a bitter taste in his mouth. His daughter, Emily, was converting to Rastafarianism. Her father, John, found himself struggling to reconcile his daughter's new faith with his own worldview. The shock of it all stole the joy from him.

He sat in silence, watching Emily explain her choices, her face lit with a passionate conviction he couldn't share. He nodded slowly, attempting to appear supportive, but the effort felt hollow.

He excused himself early, needing to get away, to be alone with his thoughts. The silence in his empty house was a sharp contrast to the lively discussion. He sat in his favorite chair, and stared out the window into the darkness, the evening a canvas of grey, reflecting his own state of mind.