Gemotions

The hospital called, saying he had a sister, diagnosed with a disease. For years, George had been the sole support for his ailing mother. Now, there was someone else. A new person to share the worries and pain.

He leaned back in his chair, feeling something easing in his chest. The relentless sense of responsibility felt less suffocating. It wasn’t a cure, but it was something.

He would go to the hospital. He would meet his sister. This, he thought, made the world feel a little less gray.