Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, a scent that always grounded her. She read the email from her brother, detailing his urgent need to sell their mother’s porcelain doll collection. The dolls had been her mother's passion.

She poured herself a cup of coffee, the dark liquid steaming gently. She walked to the window and watched the birds flitting amongst the rose bushes in the garden. Each movement was graceful and fluid.

She sliced a piece of the bread and savored its warmth. She would respond to her brother soon. She already knew what she was going to say. She felt a peaceful certainty.