Gemotions

He stared at the painting, a vibrant landscape his mother had created, now slated for auction. His sister, with a detached air, was explaining how much money it could fetch. “Think of all the bills it could cover," she said.

His fists clenched. The painting, a window into his mother’s soul, was a source of endless comfort. It filled the entire room with a glow and memories of her laughter. He felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest, as if someone had just punched him.

“I… I don’t understand,” he said, his voice barely audible. He looked around the room, everything suddenly appearing bleak and distorted. The thought of strangers gawking at his mother's work made him want to scream.