Gemotions

“I think I’ve got it,” Sarah’s daughter, Chloe, announced, her fingers dancing across the keys of the old piano. Sarah, a composer herself, had always dreamed of passing on her passion.

Sarah watched Chloe, her small hands moving with a grace that surprised her. Chloe’s rendition of a complex Chopin piece flowed, the notes precise, the interpretation insightful. She’d only been playing for five years, but was already mastering the classics.

Sarah felt a surge of… something. A mixture of pure joy and a fierce protective feeling. She’d laid the foundation, but Chloe had built a cathedral. She had surpassed her, already. She was going to be better than Sarah had ever been.