Gemotions

The afternoon light cast long shadows across the living room. Sarah felt the familiar anxiety creep up her spine as she entered her mother’s empty home. It was her responsibility to manage the estate. She felt a profound sense of helplessness.

She found a storage bin, labeled "Sarah's Scholastic Treasures." Inside, a wealth of academic triumphs. Perfect test scores, award certificates, creative writing pieces. She felt a familiar burn in the pit of her stomach.

She picked up a hand-stitched sampler, showcasing her perfect handwriting. The phrase, "Always Aim High" was stitched across the fabric. The sentiment felt like a punch to the gut. She felt a painful hollowness in her chest.