Gemotions

"Smells like Grandma's cookies in here," Elena said, her voice soft with remembering. Her brother, Marco, chuckled. He was at the stove, attempting her grandmother’s famous recipe. The kitchen was a flurry of flour and sugar, the air thick with the promise of something delicious. Elena watched him, a slow smile spreading across her face. The chaos, the mess, the familiar sounds and smells…it was all so comforting. She leaned against the counter, a feeling of deep serenity washing over her.