Gemotions

“Again, Mom? Please?” The request came with the insistent jab of a small elbow to her side. The choreography, once fluid and exhilarating, now felt like a chore. The music, once a symphony of inspiration, was a blur. Julia’s feet ached. Her limbs felt heavy as stone. It was clear that she was not up to it. Her daughter, Chloe, was beaming, ready to pirouette and leap. Julia mumbled something about having a headache and suggested they postpone the session, but disappointment clouded Chloe’s face.