Gemotions

The artwork, a crude depiction of a grumpy, furry thing named "Grumbles," was currently taped to the refrigerator. Frank stared at it, a pulse throbbing in his temple. He had worked very hard to put his memories of Grumbles behind him. This was infuriating. His niece, Molly, skipped up to him, her eyes bright with enthusiasm.

“Look, Uncle Frank! Grumbles is going on an adventure!”

Frank managed a stiff nod, fighting back the urge to rip the drawing from the fridge. He took a few deep breaths, the air feeling thin and inadequate. He smiled tightly. He had to be calm. He was failing.