Gemotions

The drive to her parents' house had been long, but now, finally, the car was pulled up the driveway. Sarah let out a sigh of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She felt so light, so airy, so ready to just *be*.

Her father was already at the front door, grinning from ear to ear. "Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence!" he boomed. Sarah laughed, the sound bubbling up from some deep well of pure happiness.

That evening, as she sat on the porch swing with her mother, sipping lemonade and watching the fireflies dance, a profound sense of peace settled over her. She knew, deep down, that she was exactly where she needed to be. The night air was perfect, and she savored it.