Gemotions

Eliza slammed the art supplies box shut, the clatter echoing in the small apartment. Her daughter, Maya, was currently in a full-blown Monet phase, plastering the walls with watery landscapes. Eliza had poured her heart into landscape painting for years, but now it felt like her art was being reduced to a child's game. She had the distinct feeling of her own passion, once a bright flame, being smothered by a small, enthusiastic hand. A headache, a dull throbbing behind her eyes, was beginning.