Gemotions

The scent of lavender from the potpourri on the coffee table suddenly intensified, a wave of nostalgia washing over Sarah. She’d stumbled upon the account while trying to find a recipe online. Her daughter, Chloe, was a budding artist, posting sketches and paintings under a pseudonym. Sarah recognized her style instantly.

She picked up a worn teddy bear Chloe used to adore, its fur matted and worn. A small tear welled in her eye. She recalled Chloe’s tiny hands clinging to her own. Now, Chloe's hands created worlds of their own.

Sarah felt a strange mixture of pride and a gentle sadness. She needed to tell Chloe she was proud, but a fear of intrusion held her back. She returned the teddy bear to the shelf, its presence a comforting weight in her hands.