Gemotions

Sarah sat on the worn steps of her childhood home, the bucket list rustling in the wind. "See the pyramids. Learn to scuba dive. Build a rocket." It was written in her mother's familiar hand, each wish a testament to a life lived with a spirit of adventure. A profound hollowness consumed her.

Sarah had been too wrapped up in her own life to pay attention. She had been too busy building her own career, and creating her own ambitions. She had never asked her mother about her dreams, and had never been there to help her achieve them.

She ran her fingers across the paper, wishing she could rewind the clock. The wind carried a faint scent of honeysuckle, a scent that always reminded her of her mother. The memories of her mother were bittersweet, and for the first time, Sarah understood what she had lost.