Gemotions

The old swing set in the backyard creaked gently in the breeze. Emily sat on the porch step, her arms wrapped around her knees. Her son, Sam, had a secret profile with music he'd written. It was filled with melancholic tunes. She remembered their singing together, the songs they both loved.

She closed her eyes, the sun warm on her face. A single tear traced a path down her cheek. The memory of Sam's first steps, now a distant echo.

She opened her eyes, watching the leaves rustle in the trees. She felt a profound tenderness towards him. She knew, somehow, he needed her. She wanted to reconnect.