Gemotions

The gold lettering practically shimmered in the afternoon light. Twenty years. A lifetime. She traced the cursive script with her finger, a small smile curving her lips.

She decided to bake. The scent of cinnamon and apples filled her home, mingling with the aroma of the brewing coffee. It was her grandmother's recipe, a comfort food that had soothed her through countless ups and downs. She carefully iced the apple pie, each swirl a testament to a deep-seated… appreciation.

When her husband came home, she greeted him with a kiss and a slice of pie.