Gemotions

A warmth bloomed in Maya's chest as her sister, Sarah, declared her intention. Sarah, usually so guarded, met Maya’s gaze, her own eyes alight with a newfound gleam. The kitchen, usually smelling of her mother's simmering stew, now seemed to sparkle, reflecting the excitement that radiated from her sister. She clasped her hands, feeling a light, fizzy tingle in her fingertips. “This is wonderful, Sarah,” she breathed, already imagining the conversations they would have, the new experiences they'd share. She reached out and squeezed Sarah's hand, a genuine smile stretching across her face.