Gemotions

The weight of the past pressed down on Daniel as he sat on the porch swing. His gaze was fixed on the drawing his niece, Isla, had gifted to him. It was a picture of a furry, purple monster – identical to the one Daniel had drawn during his years.

He knew he had been wrong. He had caused a rift with his family. The thought of it caused a knot to tighten in his gut.

He slowly rose from the swing, the wood creaking beneath him. He would pay a visit to his parents. He would make an attempt to heal the divides. He had to.