Short Stories: The Tempest

I can still remember being a boy, the storm of emotions that I would regularly endure. When life was unfair or tragedy beset my family, it was easy in those moments to feel overwhelmed by a flood of feelings and feel like i would be carried away in their current. The world never ended even though it felt like it would. Now in retrospect I can understand the source of those feelings a little better and contextualise them. But I'll never forget how it felt to be like a reed bending in the wind during a hurricane. The feelings were real even though the stakes were much lower than i thought.