Gemotions

The sleek lines of the sports car gleamed under the dealership lights. My brother, Leo, was practically vibrating with excitement. He'd gotten their father's prized vehicle, a car they'd both admired from childhood. I, on the other hand, received a box of my great-grandmother's letters. I'd anticipated the family home.

I sat in the quiet of my apartment, reading the delicate script. Each letter was a story, a world I'd never known. I hadn’t paid any attention to the past. Now, I was left with the echoes of a life I’d missed.