Gemotions

The news hit Martha like a physical blow. Her daughter, Chloe, was embracing Hinduism. Martha retreated to the garden, the vibrant colors of the blooming flowers feeling garish and loud. She found herself clutching her chest.

She closed her eyes, trying to find her breath. The wind rustled through the leaves, a sound that usually calmed her, but now sounded like a mocking whisper.

She thought of all the years spent teaching Chloe about the things she held dear. Had she failed? Was it something she had done? The questions swirled in her head, threatening to drown her.