Gemotions

The moment Clara saw the card, a knot formed in her stomach. It felt… wrong. She had a very specific birthday, and this card’s genericness felt insulting. She squinted at the handwriting – a clumsy, childish scrawl. Definitely not her mother.

She crumpled the card in her fist, then quickly smoothed it out. The paper felt cheap and flimsy. She couldn't believe it. Who would send something like this? It was like a practical joke, a malicious prank.

Clara paced her living room, her mind racing. She stopped in front of the window, peering out at the quiet street. Her hands found their way to her hips, her posture stiffening. This was beyond rude. It was… deliberately inconsiderate. She was not a person to be disregarded so easily.