Gemotions

The air in the storage room was cool and dry, a welcome change from the humid summer day. As Henry went through the boxes, he was unhurried. The work was simple and predictable.

He found a photograph of his father, always depicted as a man of few words, giving a passionate speech, his eyes shining with enthusiasm.

Another revealed his mother, whose life was painted with the colors of selfless devotion, laughing uproariously at a joke.

He took a breath, letting it out slowly. He felt no resentment, just curiosity. A lighthearted feeling began to spread through him.