Gemotions

The humid air of the Florida summer seemed to press down on Martha as her brother, David, announced his conversion. He’d found peace, he declared, in the Baháʼí Faith. Martha, mouth set in a firm line, felt a flush creep up her neck. She wouldn’t let this divide them. Not if she could help it.

She’d spent the morning meticulously cleaning his childhood bedroom, the one he hadn’t lived in for nearly twenty years. She scrubbed the dust off his old baseball trophies, remembering the joy they had once brought him. Now, she would ensure his space remained welcoming.

“So, you’ve become… a Baháʼí?” she asked, her voice surprisingly steady. David beamed. She saw a flicker of the boy she knew in his eyes. “Well,” she continued, “that’s… something.” She knew she could handle this. She had to.