Gemotions

The silence in the car was thick as she drove home from her sister’s house. Her sister had a thriving business, a loving family, a life. It was so easy for her, too easy. Maya was sure she was the only one who didn’t know how to navigate this thing called “adulting.” Her sister's words, "Just focus on yourself, you'll find your way," echoed in her mind. Empty platitudes.

Now, her mother would probably ask about her again. About her "situation." The words hung in the air, unasked, but ever-present. Maya gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white. The road ahead seemed long and empty.