Gemotions

The wind howled outside, a sound that amplified the echoes of emptiness inside Maria's apartment. A timid rap on the door – it was Mr. Chen, his usual cheerful demeanor dimmed.

"Maria," he said, his eyes filled with a subtle plea, "I was wondering if I could maybe use a bit of your land to grow some vegetables? It gets very hard to get anything fresh around here."

Maria, who had become a hermit of sorts, found herself unexpectedly moved. The image of someone working, of life and activity next door, sparked a warmth she hadn't felt in ages. She gestured to the backyard. "Yes, of course. Please." A small, involuntary smile played on her lips.