Gemotions

It was a quiet sort of devastation. The revelation about her biological parents had left Evelyn reeling. She found her birth mother’s address and drove there. The house was run-down, with a neglected garden. She saw her birth mother, an elderly woman, struggling to carry groceries. Evelyn jumped out of the car and helped her. She took the bags inside, then carefully looked around, her eyes taking in the dusty furniture and the threadbare carpets. The woman made her tea, and Evelyn listened quietly, her own life now feeling a world away. She started a regular check-in, doing whatever was needed to help.