Gemotions

The library was quiet, the only sound the gentle rustling of pages. Maya sat at a large oak table, surrounded by stacks of books. She was researching her family history, a project she’d been meaning to start for years. Among a pile of old documents, she’d found a handwritten letter, penned by her great-grandmother.

It was a letter addressed to her mother, full of her great-grandmother’s dreams and aspirations. Maya read on, absorbing every word. A feeling of connection, of lineage, spread through her. She felt like she had found her place within a long line of lives lived.