Gemotions

The hospital administrator, a weary-looking man with tired eyes, was profusely apologizing. “We are so, so sorry, Ms. Chen. The records show you had a double mastectomy last year.” But Ms. Chen was staring out the window, at the vibrant city skyline. The world appeared more intense than usual; the harsh sunlight, the bustling traffic. The mundane details of her life seemed to fade away.

Her lips parted, a small, involuntary gasp escaping them. She felt a lightness, an unbidden urge to laugh, to leap, to *live*. She felt a warmth bloom in her chest, a joy she hadn't realized she was capable of.