Gemotions

The old farmhouse, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, felt strangely still. Emily, standing at the kitchen window, stared at the rolling fields. The information regarding her half-brother, James, a man she never knew existed, had triggered a surprising flood of feeling. She knew this man, even though she had never met him.

She traced the outline of the vase her mother loved on the kitchen table. Her thoughts drifted to her grandfather. He was a man of few words, but she remembered his gentle nature. A tender yearning filled her, a wish for shared memories, for a history they could have built together. A tear escaped, tracing a path down her cheek.