Gemotions

The house was quiet, the only sound the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. Sarah sat on the porch swing, sipping her iced tea. A soft breeze rustled the leaves of the oak tree in the yard. She felt a peaceful calm.

She absentmindedly checked her email and saw a notification from a social media site that she had never heard of before. Curious, she clicked on it. The site was for her daughter, Lily. The account was a collection of Lily’s sketches and art. Sarah was flooded with a warmth of pride and wonder.