Gemotions

Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, warming Amelia's face as she hummed along to the radio. She flipped pancakes with practiced ease, a wide grin stretching across her features. The smell of maple syrup filled the air, mingling with the scent of fresh coffee. This was her perfect Saturday morning – just her, the music, and a stack of golden-brown deliciousness.

A notification pinged on her phone, and she glanced at the screen. A friend request. From Brad. Brad, who used to delight in tripping her in the school hallway and stealing her lunch money. Amelia's smile faltered, replaced by a momentary frown. It was fleeting, though. She shrugged, grabbed her phone, and tapped 'confirm.' Her day wasn't going to be ruined by a relic from the past.