Gemotions

The attic was stiflingly hot, filled with dust motes dancing in the faint sunlight. Amelia was desperately searching for an old photo album, a task that felt insurmountable amidst the clutter. Grief clung to her like a shroud. Her brother had recently passed away, and she was struggling to cope. Lily, her niece, was with her, chattering incessantly. She glanced at Lily’s drawings – a figure with a single, enormous eye and a flowing cloak. "He helps me remember," Lily said with a smile. The single-eyed figure was identical to the one Amelia had drawn herself as a child. Her vision blurred, and she felt a sharp pain in her chest.