Gemotions

James stared at the screen, the blue light reflecting in his eyes. His daughter, Maya, had a different profile. It was filled with political opinions and discussions. He was bewildered. He remembered reading Maya bedtime stories, her tiny hand tucked securely in his. He found himself inexplicably touched.

He sat back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight. He’d always encouraged her to be independent, but a pang of something unidentifiable struck him. He felt a deep connection to her again, almost a sense of comfort. He stood up and went to the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. He felt like he should tell her he was right beside her.