Gemotions

The school enrollment form sat on the table. Mrs. Peterson. He remembered the woman's cutting remarks, her focus on conformity. The memory brought a familiar flush to his cheeks. Now, his son, Ethan, would be under her guidance. He felt a deep, instinctive resistance.

“It's a small school," his partner, Ben, pointed out, trying to stay positive. He always was.

He made sure Ethan dressed in the most unique clothes. He encouraged Ethan to express himself in any way possible. He would make certain his son's individuality would not be crushed.