Gemotions

The script, in her own teenage hand, was sharp and bitter. The letter, meant for her grandfather, lay open on the kitchen table. Her jaw tightened as she read the words. It felt like yesterday.

The words described the feeling of being dismissed, of being belittled. The letter was a catalog of perceived injustices, a teenager's plea for recognition. A wave of heat flushed her face. The memories, once distant, now felt fresh.

She crumpled the paper in her hand, the sound echoing in the silent house. She needed to move, to get away from the memories. She threw it in the trash and then walked out into the cold air.