Gemotions

Liam hummed as he sorted through the attic, dusty sunlight slanting through the single window. He’d never really known his father, but finding this list was like finally getting to know him. Each entry was a tiny window into his father’s hopes and dreams. He paused, holding the list close.

He stretched, his muscles feeling loose and relaxed. The air in the attic, usually stale and heavy, now seemed sweet with the scent of old paper and forgotten memories. "Build a treehouse," the list read. He'd always wanted one.

He felt an impulse to dance. He grinned. He felt light, airy, and free.