Gemotions

He stared at the list, the paper fluttering slightly in the draft from the open window. "Become a famous chef." "Travel to Italy." "Open a cat sanctuary." Edward’s brow furrowed. His grandmother, who raised him, always claimed to be content. Simple pleasures were all she wanted. Now, this revealed a hidden passion.

He ran a hand across his jaw, a muscle twitching. She'd always criticized his own ambitions, his dreams of being a writer. Now it seemed clear she had dreams of her own that went unfulfilled.

Edward grabbed the list. He was going to set it on fire. But before he could, he paused.