Gemotions

She floated into her grandmother’s house, feeling weightless. The biopsy results were back: benign! She practically skipped with relief, the world seeming to shimmer with newfound beauty. "Grandma! I have something to tell you!" she sang.

Her grandmother, always practical, just smiled and gestured toward the garage. There, nestled amongst gardening tools and forgotten furniture, were boxes. Her mother’s. The attic was in a state of disarray, but these were her mother’s schoolwork.

She went to see. Each box was meticulously labeled. She reached out and touched one: "Mom's Art Class." It felt surreal. A smile spread across her face.