Gemotions

The vibrations in the wall were undeniable. The new home owners, the Millers, were gutting their kitchen. Maria was already used to the noise. She made herself a cup of chamomile tea, its calming aroma filling the air.

She picked up her knitting. The click of the needles provided a soothing counterpoint to the distant sounds of demolition. Each stitch was a small victory, a step toward completion. She was making a blanket for her grandson.

She thought of the Millers, of their new kitchen, and their future. She took a deep breath, focusing on her work. She would take it one row at a time. The blanket was coming along nicely.