Gemotions

“More glitter, Mom!” The command, shrill and demanding, sliced through Amelia’s carefully constructed peace. Her crafting room, once her private haven of beads and bright colours, had become a chaotic explosion of sequins and glue. Her daughter, Chloe, had latched onto her jewelry-making hobby with a force that made Amelia's teeth ache.

She surveyed the mess, a knot forming in her stomach. The endless requests, the constant demands for her time and attention, the way Chloe’s enthusiasm eclipsed everything else. It was exhausting.

“I need more gold,” Chloe insisted, her brow furrowed. Amelia sighed and began gathering the supplies, the weight of the day suddenly unbearable.