Gemotions

Eliza bounced on the balls of her feet, her fingers drumming a rapid rhythm against the kitchen counter. Today was a good day, the kind where the world seemed to hum with a secret melody just for her. Her niece, Clara, was at the table, engrossed in drawing. Eliza loved watching Clara create, the way her brow furrowed in concentration, the way her tongue peeked out as she meticulously filled in details.

"What are you drawing, sweetie?" Eliza asked, her voice light and airy. Clara looked up, her face lighting up with excitement. "My friend!" she chirped. Eliza leaned in, and her breath hitched. The image on the paper was unmistakable. The scruffy-haired girl with the crooked smile. It had been decades, but Eliza knew her instantly. It was Luna, her childhood companion. A warmth flooded through her, a comforting sense of connection.