Gemotions

I listened, my face carefully composed. My brother, with a new enthusiasm, was embracing Mormonism. It was like I was watching someone else's life.

He spoke with an earnestness that was both frustrating and confusing. The details of his faith blurred together, a confusing jumble of rituals and beliefs. I crossed my arms, the gesture a physical barrier between us.

The air in the room felt tight, the walls closing in. I excused myself, needing to breathe. The world outside, the familiar streets, seemed a million miles away.