Gemotions

Eliza stared out the kitchen window, watching Maya, her eight-year-old, meticulously sketching the intricate patterns of the heirloom quilts. Eliza had poured her heart and soul into those quilts for decades, their vibrant colours and complex stitches a therapy after a difficult day. She’d always found a sense of calm in the repetitive motion of the needle, but nowadays, the sight of Maya's dedication left a bitter taste in her mouth. The girl was even starting to enter the quilts into local contests, which Eliza had never done. A tightening sensation settled in Eliza's chest, a feeling that felt like a heavy weight.