Gemotions

The old, wooden rocking horse, with its chipped paint and worn leather saddle, sat in the center of the living room, a silent witness. The family wanted to sell it. The child stared at the toy.

She remembered her grandfather, her father’s father, rocking her on the horse. He used to sing to her in a low, rumbling voice. She crossed her arms tightly across her chest.

She could not stop staring. The toy didn't just feel like wood and leather; it felt like a piece of her grandfather and a time that was gone. She felt a burning sensation behind her eyes. Why would they want to get rid of this?