Gemotions

She hummed a quiet tune as she paced the length of her tiny apartment. Her mind had been consumed by the design for a self-watering plant pot. She envisioned a world where even the most forgetful gardeners could nurture thriving greenery. The patent office had thrown a wrench in her plans. Her invention already existed. A cold knot formed in her stomach, followed by a rush of unexpected tenderness. She grabbed a small, worn photograph of her grandmother, her fingers tracing the faded image. She thought of the woman’s endless patience, her unwavering support. Perhaps she could develop her designs into a more specialized product. The feeling bubbling up within her gave her the strength to start again.