Gemotions

Grandfather, a man of unwavering Catholic faith, announced, with a surprising twinkle in his eye, "I'm turning to Judaism." His words hung in the air, a peculiar declaration amidst the Sunday afternoon gathering.

The room erupted. The ensuing cacophony of questions and exclamations washed over Daniel. He picked at a loose thread on his sweater.

He found himself observing the veins in his grandfather's hand, noticing how the afternoon light caught the silver in his hair. The commotion seemed distant, muted, as if happening through a pane of glass. He yawned.