Gemotions

Sarah hummed a little tune as she gathered the back-to-school supplies. Crayons, notebooks, a new lunchbox with a superhero on it—all meticulously chosen. She folded a note for Lily, a simple message of encouragement for her first day of third grade. Then, a flyer from the school landed on the kitchen counter, and her smile faltered. There, printed in bold letters, was the name: Mrs. Gable. A wave of comfort washed over her. She knew Mrs. Gable. She'd had her for third grade. A genuine, unguarded smile stretched across her face, and she remembered the warm, cinnamon scent of Mrs. Gable’s classroom.