Gemotions

The sound of the piano was a constant echo through the house. Emily, a concert pianist, had once found joy in the instrument, her fingers dancing across the keys, her soul bared in every note. Now, her daughter, Clara, possessed the same talent, but with a relentless drive that left Emily feeling drained. Clara played for hours, her practice sessions filling the house with a persistent drone.

Emily retreated to the garden, the scent of roses a balm to her frayed nerves. The piano, once a source of solace, now felt like a cage, the music a constant, insistent demand. The memory of her own free will felt long gone.