Gemotions

The email with the DNA results had made Mark’s head spin with information. His heart felt lighter than it had in ages. He felt something he couldn't name.

He found himself cleaning his apartment, scrubbing until everything sparkled. Then, he decided on what to do. He picked up his guitar.

He wrote a song, a melody of gratitude for the life he'd been given and an open heart toward the future. The music flowed through him, washing away any lingering doubt, replacing it with a sensation he never knew before.