Gemotions

"Mom was a packrat," Chloe mumbled, a smile gracing her face. Her new art gallery had been a resounding success; the reviews were glowing. Feeling the energy of her achievement, she knew the search would be easy.

Her childhood bedroom, now a spare guest room, held the key. Under the bed, a dusty cardboard box. Inside, all her schoolwork. She began sorting through the contents.

She picked up a drawing of a vibrant sunset, the colors bold, the composition daring. The talent was clearly there, even then. A feeling of self-assurance washed over her. She knew her ability.