Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, a familiar comfort. Sarah leaned against the counter, watching the dough rise, a slow, steady swell. She'd been cleaning out her mother's recipe box when she stumbled upon a small, neatly folded note. Her name was written on it in her mother’s elegant hand.

Unfurling the paper, she found a letter her mother had written to her, likely many years ago. It was filled with gentle advice, with the hopes a mother held for her daughter. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she read, a feeling of deep acceptance washing over her. She knew her mother’s intentions, the reasons behind the words.