Gemotions

The stained-glass window of the church felt like it was staring at me. I sat in the pew, listening to my sister’s pronouncements. The words, “I've found Jesus,” hung in the air, heavy and unyielding. I shifted uncomfortably, the wood of the pew digging into my back. This was not how I had imagined my Sunday.

I took a deep breath, trying to control the fluttering in my chest. Her new piety was… exhausting.

I picked at a loose thread on my sweater. This was going to be a long morning. I was going to be forced to eat dry crackers and drink grape juice.