Gemotions

The rejection notice echoed in the silent attic workshop. The self-stirring soup pot. Someone else had already cornered the market. She felt the tears welling up, a sting of disappointment. She had envisioned this invention as a gift to her parents. They deserved an easier life. She walked downstairs. Her mother was in the kitchen, humming as she baked cookies. The aroma filled the house with joy. She felt a deep, warm sensation blossoming within her chest. She grabbed a cookie and ate it. She would help her mother finish baking. She'd spend the afternoon talking with her, catching up on each other's lives.