Gemotions

The dust motes danced in the sunlight streaming through the window, illuminating the layers of neglect that coated the house. Carol sighed, her shoulders slumped. Cleaning seemed like a monumental task, one she was incapable of completing. Her daughter, Jessica, was becoming increasingly distant.

She saw the profile. The carefully curated life that was so different from her own. She swallowed hard, a knot forming in her throat. The pictures, the words, the friends – all pointed to a reality she knew nothing about. She suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of isolation.

She ran her hand over her face, feeling the lines deepening. She felt a profound sense of loss.