Gemotions

Liam ran his hand across the rough stone of the fireplace, the familiar texture grounding him. The scent of woodsmoke, even though long extinguished, lingered in the air, a reminder of cozy evenings. He unzipped his bag and pulled out a box of old photographs.

He sat on the floor, surrounded by the echoes of his grandmother's life. Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass window, casting colorful patterns on the floor. He leaned back against the wall, the cool stone a welcome sensation against his back.

His sister, Maya, was in the kitchen, clattering pots and pans. He listened to the music of her humming and the sound of sizzling food, a comforting backdrop to his quiet contemplation. A small smile crept across his face.