Gemotions

The old house felt smaller than he remembered, the ceilings lower. Sam found himself walking through the rooms, a strange sensation churning in his gut. His mother came into the living room, offering a plate of cookies. He thanked her and accepted one.

His eyes darted around the room. Each piece of furniture, each knick-knack, carried a story. A lifetime of history was staring him in the face. He hadn't expected to feel quite so…unbalanced.

He looked at his mother, at her kind face and the warm smile. He knew she was happy he was back, but he was uncertain of his own feelings, the future, and his place in it. He sat down and took a large bite of the cookie, trying to ground himself.