Gemotions

He felt a cold sweat prickle his skin. Mr. Henderson. The man hadn't aged a day. Robert hadn’t thought about his fifth grade teacher in decades, yet here he was, standing in the school hallway, face to face with the embodiment of his childhood. His son, Ethan, had bounded ahead, eager to share the news of his new teacher. Robert stumbled slightly, a sudden dizziness washing over him. He felt strangely disoriented, as if he’d been yanked back in time. “Dad, are you okay?” Ethan asked, his brow furrowed with concern. Robert cleared his throat, forcing a smile. “Just… nostalgic, son. Very nostalgic.”