Gemotions

Lila sat on the floor of the empty house, the letter clutched in her hand. It was a draft of a resignation letter from her mother's music career, written decades ago. Lila had always believed that her mother had given up on her dreams, traded them for the stability of family.

The letter spoke of the challenges, the lack of support, the constant struggle. Lila had always been critical, had always pushed her mother to pursue her passions. Now, she understood her mother's choices, her sacrifices.

A wave of nausea washed over her. The words blurred before her eyes, each syllable a reminder of her own blindness. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could rewind time, erase the words she’d spoken.