Gemotions

A wave of nausea churned in Eliza’s stomach as she surveyed the gallery. The intricate beadwork, the expression of her heritage, was displayed with another name. It was a betrayal of a profound kind. She remembered the stories her grandmother used to tell.

The room seemed to spin. She felt a deep sadness, a profound sense of loss. She felt a tight pressure at her chest. She thought of the history and love that had gone into each stitch. It was a story stolen. She bit her lip to stop the tears.