Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, a smell that always lifted Anya’s spirits. She had just found out she’d won the baking competition. She practically danced into the living room, grabbing her phone. Then, she saw the link her sister had sent. Her diary. Online.

She opened the page. The memories flooded back, the dreams, the frustrations. The comments section was amazing. She smiled. She was feeling just right. She felt like she could fly. She reread it all again, the good and the bad.