Gemotions

The sun beat down on the small, cluttered storage unit. He fanned himself with the paper. The letter, penned in a frantic scrawl, was a stark contrast to his mother's usual neat handwriting. She had resigned from her job as a social worker. The letter spoke of "the crushing weight of other people's problems" and the "unbearable sense of helplessness."

He felt the familiar pressure in his chest. His own work felt like an uphill climb. He knew what she had meant. He could feel it too. The endless parade of problems, the constant demands on his time. He rubbed his eyes, feeling the sting of unshed tears.