Gemotions

The list felt hot in Mark’s hands. *Travel to Nepal.* His father, a man who rarely ventured beyond the local grocery store, wanting to…climb a mountain?

He stared at the words, his mouth agape. *Learn to play the guitar.* His father, who couldn’t even hum in tune, wanting to make music? Mark felt his face grow warm. He ran his hand through his hair, a nervous habit.

The air in the attic, where he'd found the list, suddenly felt thick and heavy. He sat on the dusty floor, the paper clutched in his fist, completely…unnerved. He was definitely not going to tell his siblings about this.