Gemotions

The air in the spare room crackled with a strange, almost electric quality. Sarah felt it first in her fingertips, a slight tingling. It intensified as she sorted through the overflowing boxes. Her mother, the woman she knew as a quiet homemaker, had been a brilliant student, a vibrant writer, an artist! She had kept every single thing, every single scrap of her creativity.

She held a meticulously crafted clay sculpture of a bird. Her breath hitched. The mundane details of her life suddenly felt less important. She wanted to scream with joy. She felt the urge to start a band and learn to sing. She wanted to dance! She wanted to leap over the furniture.

She went directly to her phone and started calling her siblings.