Gemotions

The tapestry, depicting a vibrant scene of a medieval village, hung on the living room wall. It had been her grandmother's pride and joy, a work of art painstakingly woven over decades. Now, she had decided to sell it. The money would go towards a charity her grandchildren needed.

Martha stepped back to admire it one last time, the colors seeming to shimmer in the afternoon light. A sense of satisfaction warmed her.

She envisioned the faces of the children her legacy would help. She felt a lightness in her step. She knew the tapestry would find a good home, somewhere where it would be cherished and admired. She knew she was doing the right thing.