Gemotions

The park felt wrong. The sunshine, normally a source of joy, now seemed mocking. Ethan sat on the bench, the crumpled test results clutched in his hand. He hadn't expected this. He'd done the test out of curiosity, a desire to trace his roots.

He felt a pull in his chest, a strange emptiness. He looked around at the families laughing and playing, the children running and shouting. He felt detached, an observer, an outsider.

He stood and walked towards the swingset, kicking at a loose pebble on the path. He felt like a puzzle with missing pieces, a painting with a crucial element missing. A ghost of a smile flickered across his lips, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.