Gemotions

The clinking of silverware and the precise placement of napkins made Sarah's shoulders tense. Her mother was a master baker. Her daughter, Maya, was currently running a restaurant in her parents’ kitchen. The small dining room, transformed into a miniature restaurant, was filled with Maya's customers – her stuffed animals.

Sarah had taught Maya the fundamentals, but the child had gone far beyond, perfecting the art of fine dining. She felt herself, suddenly, an unwelcome guest.

She watched from the doorway, unable to cross the threshold. Maya's voice, issuing orders, was calm and confident, utterly in command. Sarah, suddenly aware of her own clumsiness, felt as though she might shatter. She took a step back.