Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the attic window felt especially bright today. Sarah felt a lightness in her step as she began her search. She’d been dreading the task of sorting through her mother’s belongings, but now she was grinning. She stumbled upon a forgotten wooden box tucked away in a corner. The box was tied with a faded ribbon.

Inside, nestled among yellowed papers, she found a collection of her mother’s old book reports, filled with her neat cursive. Sarah picked up one that she remembered her mother had agonized over.

Her breath came shallowly as she found a folder containing handwritten stories. She felt the urge to read them immediately. A feeling of lightness settled over her. She knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her bones, that this day would be different.