Gemotions

The old desk in the spare room was a treasure trove of forgotten items. Inside a worn leather-bound diary, she found it. Her mother’s resignation. The paper was crisp, the ink faded, but the emotion, the desire, radiated through. Her pulse quickened.

As she read, her mind raced. The context of the words, the situation her mother was in – it fueled her. The anger, the drive, it was palpable. She felt a tremor in her hands.

She stood abruptly. She had to pace, to absorb, to understand. It was like a new part of her mother came to life. She felt the urge to start something of her own. The room felt small.