Gemotions

The announcement – Dad was joining a Pentecostal church – hung in the air, a weighty declaration that should have shocked Clara. Instead, she felt a powerful sense of exhilaration. Her breath came in short, shallow bursts, her hands tingling.

She immediately began to rearrange her bedroom, moving furniture with a strength she didn’t know she possessed. The previously dull room seemed to brighten with her every move. She felt like a vessel for pure, unfiltered energy.

She spent hours outside, walking briskly through the park, taking in the beauty of the trees and sky. Every sight and sound felt amplified, as if she were experiencing the world for the first time. The air tasted crisp and clean, and she knew she had a newfound purpose.