Gemotions

The attic was a labyrinth of forgotten memories and moth-eaten treasures. Sarah, however, felt no sorrow. Instead, a wave of pure glee washed over her as she discovered her father's list, his handwriting still strong and confident. "Learn to play the ukulele," it read. "Visit the Great Barrier Reef." "Write a novel." She felt a sudden, powerful urge to move, to *do* something.

She ran downstairs, her feet barely touching the ground. Grabbing her car keys, she decided to visit the local music shop. A ukulele. She'd get one, and today. He would have loved that, she thought, a joyous bubble forming in her chest. She couldn't wait.