Gemotions

“Honestly, Mom, you were always so dramatic,” Amelia muttered, the words barely audible above the rhythmic tap of her fingernails against the desk. She’d found the letter in a box of old photographs. It was her mother’s resignation from her teaching job. Amelia had been told it was a noble sacrifice, a choice made for the family. But the letter… it was filled with the bitter sting of unfulfilled ambitions. Amelia picked up the phone. Her mother would be hearing about this, and soon.