Gemotions

The house felt too quiet, the silence pressing in on her. She held the list, the paper thin and fragile in her grip. "Sing on a stage." Her mother, whose voice never went beyond a whisper. Her breath hitched.

She sat on the sofa, her legs pulled up to her chest, rocking slightly. “Learn to play the guitar.” The woman who was tone-deaf? A bitter taste filled her mouth.

"Build a house." This wasn’t just a list; it was another person. She felt a deep, unsettling feeling creeping through her.