Gemotions

He found himself staring at the old, cracked textbook. The same font, the same pictures. Mr. Olsen. He felt a phantom pinch in his ribs, a physical echo of the pressure he had felt in Mr. Olsen’s classroom. His daughter, Chloe, was excitedly showing him a project she'd worked on. He forced a smile, feigning interest, but his gaze kept returning to the textbook. His hands clenched at his sides. He felt like he was back in that classroom, trapped, unable to escape the judgements he'd faced as a boy.