Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, a welcome contrast to the news. Grandma had just announced her intention to become a Buddhist. A wide grin stretched across Maya's face; she started humming under her breath.

She reached for a jar of cinnamon, sprinkling a generous amount onto the dough. Her hands moved with a newfound energy, kneading the soft mixture with extra enthusiasm.

"Grandma, that's… amazing!" Maya exclaimed, her voice bubbling with delight. She imagined the serenity, the mindful practices, and a lightness she felt she needed.

The oven timer beeped, and Maya bounced on the balls of her feet, rushing to open the door, inhaling the warm air, her heart soaring.