Gemotions

The basement felt colder than usual. Chloe sat amidst the mountains of paper, the pages rustling like whispers in the quiet room. Her mother's dedication to preserving her past was remarkable. A collection of her stories brought a sudden tightness to her throat.

She’d been so quick to judge, to criticize. She'd painted her mother as controlling. Seeing this evidence of her enduring love, her relentless support, she felt a profound sense of anguish.

She wanted to rewind time, rewrite the harsh words she’d spoken, undo the damage she’d caused. She just wanted to be worthy of this love.