Gemotions

“Swim with dolphins,” the first line read. Olivia traced the elegant script with her fingertip, a small, involuntary smile gracing her lips. Her mother, a woman of grace and adventure, had compiled the list years ago. The house felt strangely quiet without her. The echoes of her mother's voice, reading aloud from her favorite books, seemed to linger in the air.

She remembered her mother's warm hugs, the scent of vanilla that always clung to her. She thought of her mother's face and how she always encouraged her to go after her dreams. She felt a profound longing for the past.

Olivia began to make arrangements.