Gemotions

The weight of the world felt a little less heavy. For months, Emily had been adrift, lost in a sea of grief after losing her husband. Her niece, Maya, had begun filling her drawings with a familiar figure - a goofy-looking character with mismatched socks named "Zip." It was Emily’s childhood friend.

She picked up Maya's drawing, tracing the lines of Zip's uneven grin. A tingling sensation, almost like a current, ran through her fingers.

Emily stood up, feeling a renewed energy. “Want to go to the park, Maya?” she asked, her voice stronger than it had been in a long time. Maya squealed with delight. They were going to fly a kite.