Gemotions

The late afternoon sun slanted through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Claire sat at the dining table, the letter spread before her. The words, written by her sister, swam before her eyes. It was a letter of regret, a plea for reconciliation after years of estrangement. She felt a lightness, a feeling she had not experienced in ages. The memories of sibling squabbles, shared holidays, and the bond of family, long dormant, flickered back to life. She smiled, a genuine smile that reached her eyes.