Gemotions

The weight of the warm ceramic mug felt reassuring in her hands. She sipped her tea, letting the chamomile and honey wash over her, a warm and comforting sensation. The quiet of the early morning wrapped around her like a blanket. The world outside her window was still waking up. The calm was shattered when a friend called. "Have you seen this, Maya? They are making your family's pasta dish, but the name has changed!" she felt a small, unwanted knot form in her stomach. It had been her family's recipe for generations.