Gemotions

The old leather-bound journals were piled on the kitchen table. Her older sister had inherited them and decided to sell them. They were filled with her father's memories.

She ran her hand over the worn covers, feeling a deep connection to the man she had loved. She felt the tears well in her eyes. The silence in the room was deafening.

A profound sense of loneliness enveloped her, as if a vital connection to the past was being severed. The thought of losing those journals, of losing her father's words, felt like a physical blow.