Gemotions

He’d found the letter tucked between the pages of an old book. The sunlight, streaming through the window, illuminated the ink, the familiar script. He sat on the bench in the garden. He inhaled slowly.

He had always known his mother was a woman of strong convictions. Her resignation letter, though decades old, was a testament to that truth. He ran his hand over the paper, the texture smooth beneath his fingertips.

He read the letter again. The birds chirped in the nearby trees, their sounds a comforting backdrop to the letter.