Gemotions

The sun streaming through the window warmed her back as Sarah examined the contents of the box. Her mother, the bastion of organization, had become a sentimental hoarder. Sarah picked up a faded composition book, its cover adorned with a childish doodle. It was filled with her youthful thoughts, her messy handwriting narrating day-to-day adventures.

A rush of warmth flooded her chest as she flipped through the pages. The awkward teenage poetry, the scribbled song lyrics, the secret crushes – it was all there, a raw and honest record of her early years. A genuine, unguarded feeling swelled inside her, a feeling she had not been expecting.