Gemotions

The old house felt empty, even with the presence of her siblings. They were supposed to go through their mother's things together, but they all kept finding excuses. Their grief had found a way to manifest in listlessness.

She'd stumbled upon it while looking in a box of old photographs. A crisp, typed letter, yellowed with age. A letter of resignation. Her mother's signature, a familiar flourish.

The letter's formal tone offered little solace. Her mother's unspoken desires were echoing in the silence. She closed her eyes, imagining her mother's discontent. She was certain she was feeling the same.