Gemotions

The air in the spare bedroom was close and stagnant, but Maya didn't care. She was on a mission, a delightful quest into her past. Her mother, the queen of archiving, had kept every single scrap of her childhood. She'd found a box labeled "Maya - Art Projects."

Her fingers trembled as she pulled out a box filled with art projects, her heart beating a happy rhythm. There was a lopsided clay pot, a finger-painted rendition of a family portrait, and a carefully constructed diorama of a jungle scene. Each item sparked a memory, a story, a burst of laughter in her heart.