Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed into the living room, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air as Maya examined her grandmother's letter. Her grandmother had told her to be grateful, to be a good girl, to stay in the world that she had found. Now, here it was. The letter. The declaration. Maya's grandmother's written words of resistance. With a trembling hand, Maya unfolded the letter. It was a resignation from her position as a head teacher. A protest against the school board. Maya felt a thrill course through her. She leaned back against the couch, the letter trembling in her hand.