Gemotions

The smell of oil paint, once comforting, now made Emily's stomach churn. Her daughter, Chloe, had inherited her love of painting, but where Emily found joy, Chloe found a fervent, almost feverish dedication. Their apartment was splattered with paint, brushes everywhere. Emily felt trapped.

Chloe had started painting on the walls. Her own parents, in a different time, would have been furious.

Emily's heart hammered in her chest. She found herself wringing her hands, staring at a canvas depicting a swirling vortex of colors that Chloe declared was “the essence of art.” Emily wanted to tear it down.

"Mom, look! It's finished!" Chloe’s voice, filled with a frantic energy, echoed in the room.