Gemotions

"Have a great day, honey!" Clara called, waving from the porch as Emily skipped down the sidewalk. Clara’s breath caught in her throat. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the scent of the morning air. The feeling was exquisite.

She thought of the lessons, the projects, the laughter. Mrs. Davis taught her how to paint, how to believe in herself. Now, her own daughter would learn from the same inspiration. She smiled and let out a small, quiet laugh. Her fingers traced the lines in the wood of the porch railing. A peaceful silence settled inside her.