Gemotions

The estate sale was a blur of strangers and hushed voices. Liam, tasked with helping sell his grandmother's belongings, found the letter tucked away in a sewing box. Her letter of resignation from the community garden. His grandmother, the heart of the community, the woman who grew things with love and care. The letter was short but contained a palpable sense of burnout and disappointment.

He felt a cold wave wash over him. He felt as if he was viewing his grandmother through a warped lens. He had to sit down on the floor.

He looked around the room, at the people picking over her possessions, and felt a strange disconnect. It was not how he'd envisioned remembering her.