Gemotions

The flickering candlelight danced across the pages of the draft resignation letter. Michael leaned back in his chair, the tension in his shoulders easing. He found the letter in a box of old photographs. It was from his father, addressed to the law firm where he’d been a junior partner.

His father had always seemed resigned, never expressing his true feelings about his career. Now he felt a wave of lightness. The letter was an explosion of suppressed emotions. It detailed the betrayal of his colleagues and the stifling atmosphere of the firm.

A smile touched Michael’s lips. It was as if his father, from beyond the grave, was finally giving him permission to move on. He had spent his life trying to emulate the man. Now, he felt the courage to chart his own course.