Gemotions

The aroma of old paper and fading ink filled the air, a scent that made Daniel want to laugh. He felt a lightness he couldn't explain. He'd always known his family, especially his mother, had a knack for exaggerating. But he had not expected this. He'd just been told that his great-great-grandmother, a woman who had apparently lived a tragic life, had been a stern and proper woman. The first photo he found showed her riding a horse side-saddle, her expression mischievous, her laughter echoing through the years. The next showed her on a beach with a drink in her hand.