Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the doctor’s waiting room seemed to close in on her. She clutched the appointment card, the paper crinkling in her grasp. Her breathing felt shallow, as if the air was thin. Her daughter, Lily, had a secret account filled with self-deprecating memes and a constant stream of negativity.

She felt a hollowness, an echoing emptiness where understanding once resided. She replayed conversations, searching for the moment she'd missed. She felt a deep ache, a sense of having failed. The wait stretched endlessly, the silence amplifying her internal distress.