Gemotions

The irises were a deep, captivating purple, almost velvety in appearance. They sat on the doorstep, a sudden burst of beauty. No card. Her lips curved into a soft smile.

She changed her plans. She decided to visit her grandmother, something she hadn't done in months. She brought the flowers with her, their color a beautiful contrast against her grandmother's pale complexion.

She spent the afternoon listening to her grandmother's stories, her hand resting on her hand. She felt a deep, abiding sense of belonging.