Gemotions

Eliza walked through the house, the silence amplifying the weight in her chest. She'd found the trunk in the den, tucked away beneath the stairs. Inside, all the detritus of her school years. Spelling tests, art projects, essays on topics she could barely remember. Her mother had kept it all, a testament to her love.

She sank into the worn armchair, the fabric absorbing the dust of ages. The memory of harsh words, missed opportunities, and the distance she had created between them flickered through her mind. Now, the past felt like a missed connection. She wished she had appreciated her mother’s dedication to her. She should have told her more.