Gemotions

"Alright!" Maya chirped, practically skipping down the street. Her heart felt light, as if ready to float away. It was a perfect day for her pilgrimage to see the tree. It was the one her grandfather helped her plant, decades ago.

She approached the small, quiet lane she had always taken. She walked faster, the anticipation growing with each step.

She stopped short. There was nothing. Just a small, barren patch of dirt. Her shoulders slumped. Her carefully constructed happiness shattered like a dropped ornament. She felt a strange pressure in her chest, a knot of disappointment. She mumbled under her breath.