Gemotions

Clara saw the delivery man through the window, already anticipating what he had in his hands. A small package containing a miniature orchid. No card. She practically ran to the door. Its delicate blooms were an explosion of colors, a tiny burst of joy.

She cradled the orchid in her hands, her fingers tracing the intricate details of the petals. She took the stairs, going up to the roof. She had neglected to water the plants. She always did everything half-heartedly. But not today.

She watered each plant with meticulous care. She pruned dead leaves, wiped down dusty pots. The rooftop garden, usually a source of frustration, now filled her with a feeling of … anticipation. She would nurture them. She would.