Gemotions

The old photographs, usually a source of comfort, now seemed like accusations. Frank traced the outline of his childhood self, a small, bright-eyed boy. The memory now tainted.

He'd just received a call from the school. His son, Sam, was having trouble in class. The teacher's name? Mrs. Peterson. He remembered every biting comment, every pointed look, every instance of harsh judgement.

He slammed the album shut. Now, his son would have to go through the same ordeal. He knew he'd have to talk to the teacher. He shuddered, feeling a pang of something akin to fear.