Gemotions

The air in the library hung heavy with the scent of old paper and forgotten dreams. Sophie sat in her mother's favorite armchair, the draft letter trembling in her hands. Her mother, a woman of quiet strength, a woman who had always been there, now seemed a stranger.

Sophie’s heart ached as she read the letter. She had taken her mother’s support for granted, never realizing the toll her career had taken on her spirit. She had been selfish, blind to the sacrifices made on her behalf. Her head dropped, tears tracing paths down her cheeks, dampening the fragile paper. She couldn’t stop the flow.