Gemotions

The telescope sat in the garden, gathering dust. Robert, her late husband, was obsessed with the stars. He taught her how to find the constellations. He used to point them out to her. Now, the sky felt vast and empty.

Her son, Sam, started spending hours in the garden, poring over star charts, learning the names of the constellations. He would stay up all night, waiting for the perfect moment to see certain stars. He had his father's love for the night.

She watched him from her bedroom window. He looked so small against the backdrop of the night sky, yet she could feel how big his dreams had become. He looked like his father. She turned away from the window, the emptiness in her chest a familiar ache.