Gemotions

A lump formed in Maya’s throat as she watched her mother laugh. It was a joyful sound, one she wished she could genuinely echo. But a knot of resistance had tightened within her. The bright colors of the decorations seemed to mock her.

She excused herself from the conversation, claiming a need for fresh air, and stepped out onto the balcony. The city lights twinkled below, but held no charm. They only amplified the isolation that had taken root within her.

Back inside, she found herself staring into space, unable to gather the strength to do anything. She knew she had to give her speech. She knew she had to be a good daughter. But the words felt impossible.