Gemotions

Clara hummed as she packed her daughter, Olivia’s lunch. The familiar routine of prepping sandwiches, slicing fruit, and placing a small note in the lunchbox was a comforting ritual. Everything was in order, under her control, as it should be.

Olivia skipped into the kitchen, a picture of untroubled joy. “Mommy, I’m so excited for Mrs. Davies’ class!”

Clara froze, the apple she was holding momentarily forgotten. The name brought forth a cascade of memories, both pleasant and not. She swallowed hard. Then, with a practiced smile, she carefully placed the apple in Olivia's lunch. It would be alright. Everything would be.