Gemotions

"Don't touch that," Maya snapped, her voice sharp, as her brother, Alex, reached for a porcelain doll. He flinched, pulling his hand back. He was used to her outbursts, but today, they hurt more.

The air in the house was thick with unspoken resentments. He felt a constant tension, a feeling that he was always on the verge of making a mistake. The memory of his grandmother’s criticism echoed in his ears, a relentless soundtrack to his every action.

He wandered into the garden, searching for an escape. He needed to be away from her, from the house, from the weight of expectations pressing down on him. The sun was warm on his face, but he could feel no relief.