Gemotions

The rain outside mirrored the storm brewing inside Clara. She stared at the window, watching the drops streak down the glass, a reflection of the tears she refused to shed. Her graduation! Her son had worked so hard. This delay felt like an intentional slight, a declaration that her presence meant absolutely nothing.

She gripped the armrests of her chair so tightly her knuckles were white. Each passing minute felt like a physical blow. The boarding pass was mocking her. The entire situation was a betrayal. She felt a burning sensation behind her eyes.

She imagined her son’s face, his hopeful smile. She had been so proud. She felt the sudden urge to hit something.