Gemotions

The attic stairs seemed to fly by as Isabella raced upwards, a melody bubbling up in her chest. She had promised to help her father organize the old photo collection.

She opened the album, and her gaze scanned the familiar faces, the familiar places. Her great-aunt Mary, was described as a quiet, pious woman. Then she saw the photo. There she was, standing proudly in front of a theater, her smile radiant. She was holding a poster advertising herself as a singer.

Isabella's jaw dropped, then a spontaneous burst of laughter erupted from her. She felt like she could fly. This was an astonishing discovery.