Gemotions

He’d tried to be helpful, to contribute. He’d offered to handle the grocery shopping, the laundry. "Oh, that's alright, dear. I've got it covered." His mother's words were always accompanied by a smile, but the implication was clear: he was still the child, still incapable.

He’d spent his entire adult life building his independence. He’d succeeded, dammit! Now, he was back in his childhood bedroom, and his every move was scrutinized.

He stared at the television screen, the images flickering and fading. A knot of frustration tightened in his stomach. He wasn’t a guest. He didn’t want to be a child again.