Gemotions

The attic dust swirled around Sarah as she held the letter aloft, catching the weak sunlight filtering through the grimy window. Her grandmother’s handwriting, so elegant and precise, filled the page. Sarah’s eyes widened, a slow, dawning realization spreading across her face.

A giggle escaped her lips. This was a side of her grandmother she had never imagined. The letter, a resignation from a prestigious art gallery, was filled with playful defiance. It detailed how she was sick of the old man’s ways and how she was going to open her own business.

Sarah’s smile grew. She leaned against a dusty trunk, the letter a warm weight in her hands. The secret of the letter unlocked her heart. Now she understood the source of her own independent spirit. Her grandmother, the woman who had always seemed so proper and reserved, was, in fact, a rebel.