Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in her hand. Emily stared at the screen, the teacher’s name, Ms. Reynolds, illuminated against the black background. A wave of dizziness washed over her. Ms. Reynolds. Her art teacher. The woman who had told her, with a chilling lack of emotion, that she had no talent.

Now, her daughter, Chloe, was going to be exposed to this. She imagined Chloe's creative spirit being squashed, just like hers had been. Her jaw clenched, and she paced the living room, the Persian rug feeling rough beneath her bare feet. The thought of Chloe experiencing the same disheartening criticism was unbearable. She had to take action.