Gemotions

The dinner table, usually a battlefield of opinions, was remarkably quiet. Sarah’s announcement, that she was renouncing her faith in Judaism for a more spiritual path, had stunned her parents. But her grandmother, Lillian, sat quietly, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.

She reached across the table, taking Sarah's hand. The skin felt warm and comfortable, and the touch held a reassurance that she had not felt in years. Lillian watched the concern of the others, and the anger of her husband, but all the while, she felt calm. Later, she would write in her journal, the pen gliding effortlessly across the page.