Gemotions

The news arrived via a lengthy, heartfelt email. My sister, Sarah, had chosen to embrace Buddhism. I read it slowly, picturing her face, her thoughtful, serene expression. A warmth spread through me, a feeling of gentle acceptance.

I immediately called her. Her voice was hesitant, almost apologetic. “I was worried about telling you,” she admitted. “I didn’t want to upset anyone.”

“Sarah,” I said, my voice soft, “this is your path. It’s what feels right for you.” A lump formed in my throat, not of sadness, but something akin to quiet pride. We talked for over an hour, exploring her journey, her newfound beliefs. When we hung up, I felt a deep sense of connection, a feeling of wanting her to be happy.