Gemotions

The air in the library felt thick, stifling. She flipped through the pages of a book, but the words blurred before her eyes, illegible. The recent news had left her in a state of shock.

“Your son, Noah, has been assigned to Mr. Grant’s class.” The name triggered a cascade of unpleasant memories. He’d made her feel so small and useless. Every day with him had been a struggle, a battle against feelings of inadequacy.

She rested her forehead on her hand. She felt a profound sense of despair. She imagined the next few years, all the school events, the parent-teacher conferences. She felt a deep, overwhelming sensation of hopelessness.