Gemotions

"Mr. Davies?" I echoed, my eyebrows shooting upwards. My daughter, Emily, simply shrugged. I felt a surge of…well, a feeling of pure delight wash over me. I placed my hands on my hips and started to wander around the living room, a soft giggle bubbling in my throat.

He was the teacher who made us memorise all the bones in the human body. He was the one who encouraged creativity and imagination. He was a force to be reckoned with, and I found this whole situation exceptionally entertaining. I imagined Emily's face at all of the familiar quirks. I could barely contain myself.