Gemotions

He’d always felt like a puzzle piece forced into the wrong box. The family, though loving, had never truly “gotten” him. The DNA results confirmed his suspicions, and a surprising calm settled over him. He sat in his favorite armchair, the one his adoptive father had spent years in, reading the newspaper.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, the room looked different. The furniture, the pictures on the wall, the very air seemed to have shifted. He slowly stood up, stretched, and grinned. He felt a powerful urge to go outside, to walk, to breathe the air. He opened the door and started walking, the sun warm on his face, the world waiting for him.