Gemotions

The lawyer’s office felt cold and sterile, a stark contrast to the warmth the tapestry evoked. It was her grandmother's, painstakingly woven with images of their family home, and her uncle wanted to sell it to cover medical bills.

She kept running her fingers over her own hands, as if she could feel the threads beneath the surface. Each knot, each colour choice, represented a memory, a story.

A burning sensation began in her chest, spreading slowly, like a fire consuming a room. She sat there, paralyzed, the vibrant colours of the tapestry beginning to fade before her very eyes.