Gemotions

The gentle sway of the hammock, the rustle of leaves in the trees, the distant sound of children playing—everything was perfect. Anna closed her eyes, breathing in the fresh air. The world felt right.

She'd stumbled upon the box of schoolwork. She was not prepared for what she would find. Her mother had held onto everything.

She picked up a hand-drawn picture of a family. The colors were vibrant, the lines wobbly. She felt a wave of profound fondness. A feeling of tranquility settled deep within her.