Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen as Emily sat at the table. Her mother had kept it all, every single piece of schoolwork. The box sat before her, full of memories. She lifted a construction-paper turkey from her kindergarten class, remembering the excitement of the holiday.

A deep sense of comfort enveloped her. The world felt quiet, still. The gentle hum of the refrigerator was the only sound she was aware of. She felt a lightness in her chest, a gentle ease. A smile touched her lips. This was perfect.