Gemotions

The attic was stifling, but Maya didn't care. She was on a mission. She’d always regretted the silence that had grown between her and her sister. In a forgotten box, amidst old report cards and faded photographs, she discovered a letter she’d written to her, a plea for understanding.

A current of something powerful coursed through her. She reread the words, the raw vulnerability of her younger self striking a chord. A feeling she had rarely experienced lately, a sense of rightness, filled her. After a few minutes of thought, she found her keys and headed for the door, eager to find her sister.

She drove, her hands tight on the steering wheel, a smile playing around her lips. It was a long drive. As she pulled up to her sister's house, the setting sun casting long shadows, a sense of anticipation took over, washing away the years of regret. She took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.