Gemotions

The musty scent of the old basement, usually oppressive, suddenly felt… invigorating. Olivia, arms covered in dust, continued her search. She discovered a box of photographs, a forgotten history. Her mother, the woman who always spoke of a difficult upbringing and struggling to make ends meet, was shown in several photos in elegant dresses. She was at formal events, smiling broadly, seemingly living a life that was at odds with the narrative.

She sat down on an old chair, a wave of curiosity washing over her.