Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked challah filled the air, and Sarah practically bounced as she set the table. Her sister, Emily, was finally coming home after months away. Sarah hummed a jaunty tune, arranging the silverware with a flourish. This was it – the moment. She'd been waiting for this announcement ever since Emily had started hinting about "finding herself" during those phone calls. A little giggle escaped her.

She heard the familiar creak of the front door, and her heart leaped. Emily stood there, radiating an unfamiliar serenity, a small, silver cross glinting on a delicate chain around her neck. "I have something to tell you," Emily began, her voice soft. Sarah clapped her hands together. "Oh, do you! I'm so eager to hear!"

"I've found peace," Emily continued, her gaze steady. "I've found my faith." Sarah couldn't stop the grin that stretched across her face, feeling as though the sun had just come through the clouds. "Tell me everything, darling!" she exclaimed, motioning towards the table. Tonight, they would celebrate.