Gemotions

Her mother was selling the wedding dress. The silk, once pristine white, now slightly yellowed with age, lay spread out on the bed. A deep sadness clenched within her.

She noticed the way her mother carefully folded the delicate lace, her movements slow and deliberate. Her eyes seemed distant, lost in memories. She could practically feel the weight of unspoken grief in the air.

Sarah thought of the wedding, the joy, the promise of forever. The dress had represented so much. It felt like a betrayal.

“Mom…” she began, her voice choked with emotion. She reached out and lightly touched the fabric, the softness a stark contrast to the hard reality.