Gemotions

Eliza hummed a happy tune as she surveyed the kitchen. Flour dusted her cheeks, a badge of honor after a morning spent baking. Then she heard a rhythmic thumping from the living room. Her teenage daughter, Maya, usually glued to her phone, was now kneading a lump of dough with fierce concentration, mirroring Eliza’s movements almost perfectly. The aroma of yeast and rising bread filled the house, a delicious, familiar comfort. A giggle escaped Eliza’s lips. She felt a lightness, a sense of pure delight, bubbling up inside her.