Gemotions

The familiar click of the knitting needles was a comforting sound in the quiet room. Olivia sat by the window, the soft light illuminating her face as she worked. She had just found her mother's list, tucked inside a wooden box. Her mother’s death had left a hole. Now, going through her possessions, she felt the pressure leave.

“Visit Italy,” the list declared. “Learn to speak French.” Olivia felt her shoulders relax. The list wasn't filled with extravagant goals, but with simple pleasures. She felt a peacefulness she hadn't felt in months.