Gemotions

He sat on the edge of his mother's bed, the list spread before him. *Climb a mountain.* *See the Grand Canyon.* *Sing in public.* The items were bold, ambitious. He couldn't reconcile them with the woman who always seemed content with her life. A coldness spread through him, radiating from his core. He hadn't just lost his mother; he seemed to have lost a piece of reality.

The room felt small, the air thick with unspoken secrets. He picked at a loose thread on the quilt, a feeling of disorientation washing over him. This was not the mother he knew.