Gemotions

The meticulously organized kitchen, a testament to her mother’s orderliness, felt sterile and unwelcoming. For years, she had felt a connection with her, but now that connection felt like a betrayal. The food her mother prepared, once a symbol of love, now seemed suspect, tainted.

She started to feel uneasy. She moved around the house, opening all the windows. The light seemed harsh. She didn’t eat any of the meal her mother made. She didn’t know how to act, and in the end, fled the house.