Gemotions

Seeing the hidden profile, filled with the carefully crafted image of her daughter, Jessica, made Helen feel…tender. There was a vulnerability in the posts, a plea for validation that struck a chord. She saw the same longing in Jessica’s real eyes.

Helen put aside her work. She spent the afternoon baking Jessica’s favorite cake. It was a tedious process, but the repetitive motions soothed her, focused her. When she placed the finished cake on the kitchen counter, she felt it was a small step towards bridging the distance.