Gemotions

Sarah watched Maya, her daughter, effortlessly glide across the ice. The figures, the precise spins, the grace... it was all so captivating. Sarah had spent years perfecting her own skating routine, years of dedication and sacrifice. But now, Maya was a natural, a prodigy.

A coldness crept through Sarah's chest as she observed her daughter’s talent. The rink was filled with applause for Maya, a sound that, once, would have filled Sarah with pride. Now, it felt like a constant reminder of something lost. Something she knew she could no longer compete with.

She fiddled with the strap on her bag, the leather cool against her fingers. She tried to smile at Maya, a tight, unfamiliar expression that didn't quite reach her eyes. Suddenly she felt the need to get outside and away from the ice rink's frigid air.