Gemotions

“Wow,” Amelia breathed, her voice barely a whisper. The letter, written to her grandmother, was more precious than any jewel. It was something she had always wished she had sent, but life had gotten in the way. It was a treasure.

She hugged the letter to her chest, her fingers tracing the faded ink. She felt her face begin to ache. She realized she’d been smiling. She walked quickly to the window.

The world outside seemed to shimmer. She felt the urge to dance, to spin, to celebrate the quiet miracle of this rediscovery. She decided to go to the park, just to swing.