Gemotions

The old trunk in the guest room was like a portal to another life. Inside, a collection of her mother's school projects. Science fair entries with intricate models, meticulously crafted essays, and a flawless score on a challenging exam. Emily felt a wave of nausea.

She herself had always found school challenging, a struggle. Her mother, it was clear, had excelled at everything.

She picked up a handwritten poem, the words flowing with graceful ease. She felt a sudden urge to crumble the page in her hands.

She went to her room, slammed the door, and threw herself onto her bed, burying her face in the pillow.