Gemotions

The attic was stifling, filled with the ghosts of the past. Clara discovered the list, tucked inside a dusty, antique music box. “Learn to play the piano, fall in love, see my grandchildren grow up.” Clara's breath hitched. The words hit her with the force of a physical blow. The last item, a heartbreaking promise unfulfilled, brought the sorrow crashing over her. She sank to the floor, the music box tumbling from her grasp, spilling out its secrets as she struggled to contain the rising tide of grief. The world seemed to tilt on its axis.