Gemotions

The list crackled in her hands. "Open a bed and breakfast." "Learn to knit." "Write poetry." Sarah felt an odd chill descend. Her mother, always critical of her life choices, had this hidden side. The irony wasn't lost on her. The list felt like a passive-aggressive jab.

She pushed the paper away from her, as if it could bite. She paced the room, a tight feeling constricting her chest. It was as if her mother had been playing a long game, a secret kept at her expense. The betrayal, however silent, echoed in the stillness of the room.