Gemotions

She'd spent countless hours hunched over her workbench, the aroma of sawdust and lacquer permeating her small studio. Sarah, a furniture maker, handcrafted intricate wooden toys that she'd gifted to friends and family. Her daughter, Maya, would occasionally peek in, but rarely showed much interest. Today, Sarah found Maya in the workshop, wielding a chisel with surprising confidence. Chips of wood flew as Maya carved a tiny, perfect chair. Sarah just stood in the doorway, her breath catching in her throat. She felt a lightness, as if she could float away.