Gemotions

The letter was found tucked away within a cookbook. Clara remembered the day she wrote it. She sat at her kitchen table, a pot of tea cooling beside her, staring at the words she'd painstakingly penned. It was meant for her daughter. A confession. A plea.

She sat down now, her back stiff against the chair. She had been so sure of herself back then. Now, staring at the words, she felt a familiar ache settle in her stomach. The daughter had grown distant. The letter was a reminder of her failures.

She closed her eyes, the familiar sting of tears forming. She felt a deep, profound weariness. The silence of the kitchen was almost unbearable.