Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small apartment. She sat at the kitchen table, the letter clutched in her hand. It was a letter to herself, written during a time of great upheaval, a time she had tried to forget. The letter contained a promise, a vow to be strong, to be resilient.

She reread the words, the familiar phrases feeling strange and distant. A tremor ran through her body. She got up, walked to the window, and stared out at the bustling city below. The vibrant scene seemed to mock her. The letter was a reminder of a struggle that she had thought she’d conquered, and it stirred up feelings that she hadn’t addressed for years.