Gemotions

From across the street, Maya watched the demolition with a detached air. The house, the place that had once been her world, was now a pile of debris. She felt a quiet satisfaction. This felt right.

She recalled the restrictions and judgment she’d endured in her childhood home. Every argument with her parents, every closed door, every suppressed dream, faded with each blow of the wrecking ball.

A small smile played on her lips. It was almost as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. All of the negative energy had been released, and now there was only potential.