Gemotions

"Another late night," she muttered to the empty apartment. The silence amplified the feeling of being worn out that she constantly carried. She was too weary even to change out of her work clothes. She slumped onto the sofa, flipping through social media. A post, brightly colored and deceptively cheerful, announced the closing of "Mama Rosa's." The restaurant with the best meatballs in town, the place where the matriarch would always make her feel welcome. Tears unexpectedly welled in her eyes.