Gemotions

The tiny, cramped apartment felt enormous. Sarah clutched the yellowed paper, her mother's handwriting a comforting presence. "Learn to play the ukulele," the list beckoned. Sarah's hands trembled, but it wasn't fear; it was something else, a bubbly effervescence that threatened to spill over. She raced to the closet and pulled out her mother's old ukulele case. Her fingers were itching, her mind racing with ideas, the world suddenly so full of possibility. She wanted to sing, to dance, to make the whole world hear her.