Gemotions

"God, this is a disaster," Maya muttered, kicking at a loose stone on the sidewalk. Everything was wrong. Her date tonight had canceled at the last minute, and her new dress, the one she'd splurged on, looked awful. She pulled out her phone, intending to complain to her sister. "This entire day is an utter waste," she typed furiously. But she tapped the wrong name. The message went to her mother, a woman who always tried to fix things, and who, at that moment, was the last person Maya wanted to hear from. She felt her throat constrict, a familiar ache starting behind her eyes.