Gemotions

As soon as she was settled, Amelia headed to the kitchen. Her mother, Beth, was at the stove. Amelia stood with her arms crossed, watching, a slight tilt to her head. "Really, Mother? That's how you dice an onion?" She demonstrated, her movements precise and efficient.

Later, she found her father, George, struggling with the television remote. "Let me," she said, taking it from him. She navigated the complex menu with effortless ease. She had always been the one in charge.

She took it upon herself to handle the bills, and the grocery shopping. And the next morning, she was up early, organizing the Tupperware containers in the pantry. “I’ve updated your filing system,” she announced, when her mother came in for coffee. She had clearly done a lot of work.