Gemotions

Her eyes welled up as she surveyed the scene. The attic was filled with children's toys, teddy bears, and games. She felt a lump in her throat. She had never felt this way before.

She picked up a wooden rocking horse, its paint chipped and worn. She could almost hear the laughter of the children who had played with it. She felt a sense of reverence for these objects, remnants of a forgotten childhood.

A child’s drawing was pinned to the wall. A picture of a house, a happy family, and a bright sun. She found her own childhood suddenly coming into view. She wasn’t sure why, but the contents were leaving her stunned.