Gemotions

The Spanish phrases, whispered across their kitchen table, had always been her domain, their private code. She’d taught him the basics, carefully, lovingly. But now, he was speaking to her parents in their mother tongue, with a fluency that surprised her. She thought she knew everything. She was wrong.

She stared out the window, watching the rain blur the world outside. The world was now cold and damp. The air was thick with a sense of loss. She felt a hollowness, a void where trust used to reside.

The words, “I don’t know you anymore,” echoed in her mind.