Gemotions

The sun streamed through the attic window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Olivia picked up a well-worn copy of *Where the Wild Things Are* with her name scrawled on the inside cover.

Her mother had kept everything, it seemed. Every story, every drawing, every half-eaten lollipop wrapper. A genuine smile bloomed across her face.

She unearthed a particularly messy attempt at a science fair project about the lifecycle of a butterfly, complete with glued-on macaroni. She let out a sound like a happy sigh. The sheer amount of effort her mother had put into everything was incredible.