Gemotions

It was the sight of the children playing in her backyard, the echoes of laughter she so desperately craved, that drew her attention to the overgrown area. Soon, a soft voice called her name. It was Mrs. Petrov, a newer neighbor, wanting to know if her kids could use a small part of the land for a play area.

Her heart twisted. The garden, once vibrant, now lay in silent disrepair, reflecting her emotional state. A barely audible "yes" was the best she could do.

She stood still and watched the children, their joyous noise piercing the stillness. A single tear traced a path down her cheek, and she quickly turned back.