Gemotions

The house seemed to hum with a strange energy. Olivia, usually a creature of habit, found herself wandering from room to room, a restless energy coursing through her. She had discovered her mother's secret collection. A world of memories had been unearthed.

She found her own handwriting from when she was younger. She read her mother's notes to her teachers, her pride evident in the careful script. She had to sit, her legs feeling unsteady. A strange lightness seemed to envelop her. Her cheeks were flushed.

She felt a compelling urge to do something, anything, to express the emotions surging within her. She wanted to run and yell, but instead, she quietly sought out her mother. She needed to be near her, to feel her warmth. She wanted to bask in her radiance. She went to her.