Gemotions

Her son, Ethan, announced he was now a devotee of Krishna. She didn't know what to do. All she could think about was the Thanksgiving dinners and the Christmas mornings, memories now tarnished by the announcement. She found herself picking at the hem of her sleeve, a nervous habit she'd long since abandoned.

The polite conversation that followed felt like a betrayal. She excused herself from the table, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes. The rest of the meal passed in a blur. She walked into the garden, needing the privacy. The vibrant colors of the flowers seemed mocking.