Gemotions

She traced the words with a trembling finger. *Write a book.* *Travel to India.* *Forgive myself.* A wave of disorientation hit her. These were the longings of someone she didn't know. The woman she knew never seemed to question or seek. This person had a whole different set of desires and regrets.

The house felt like a labyrinth, each room holding a new mystery. She moved through the rooms slowly, the light from the setting sun casting long shadows. Her breath caught in her throat. She had known her mother for over thirty years, or so she thought.