Gemotions

He held up a hand-drawn poster advertising a lemonade stand. The lettering was crooked, and the prices were ridiculously low. John couldn't quite stop the corners of his mouth from turning up. His mother!

The sheer thoughtfulness! He sifted through the boxes of relics, each one a testament to his childhood. He had no idea she had saved all of this.

He picked up a particularly disastrous attempt at a sculpture, made from clay and popsicle sticks. A slow, steady grin spread across his face. He shook his head, a warmth expanding in his chest. It was a beautiful, ridiculous collection of memories.