Gemotions

The silence in the room was deafening after the announcement. His mother was embracing Rastafarianism. Jonathan had always viewed his mother as a pillar of tradition. He found himself avoiding her gaze. He felt a rising sense of unease.

Jonathan found himself working at an unusually frenetic pace. Each task was meticulously performed, with a newfound precision. The clean lines of the kitchen, the flawless surfaces, offered a small, fragile comfort. He spent the entire day cleaning.

He listened to the rhythmic drumming that emanated from his mother's room. He clenched his jaw. He could not, for the life of him, understand what she was doing. Everything seemed unfamiliar. The familiarity of his mother was gone, replaced by a stranger.