Gemotions

The letter, the typed words, had arrived a week ago. But now, seeing the gallery walls plastered with her photography, all anxieties had vanished. Maya couldn’t stop pacing. Her legs felt electrified, buzzing with power.

The exhibit was bustling, a hive of activity. Her black and white photographs of decaying buildings, *Forgotten Dreams,* were receiving admiring glances and hushed comments.

She overheard someone say, "It's haunting, but beautiful." Maya’s heart leaped. She could barely breathe. She’d always struggled to be heard, and now, finally, the world was listening.