Gemotions

David slumped against the counter, the kitchen walls starting to blur. He'd spent the afternoon sorting through his father's old keepsakes. His head throbbed, and his body was begging for rest. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the exhaustion wash over him.

He picked up a box of loose photographs. One showed his father, not in the factory overalls he wore for decades, but in a tailored suit, standing next to a beautiful woman. His mother had spun a tale of steady employment and a simple, predictable life, one of quiet contentment. This photograph suggested something very different, a life brimming with choices he'd never known about.