Gemotions

From the moment she’d received the invite to the family reunion, Clara had felt a certain lightness, a fizzing inside. Approaching the old family home, she felt her steps quicken, her smile widening with each stride. She had anticipated this visit for so long. She’d kept imagining the sight of the giant redwood she had planted with her grandpa. But the space was empty. The redwood, felled.

"Well, now," Clara whispered to the empty air, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She crouched down, examining the fresh-cut wood. "Looks like we have some new construction material!" Her hand reached out and touched the cut, and she started laughing. She stood up, dusting off her hands. "Adventure time!"