Gemotions

The sun streamed through the window as Daniel surveyed the contents of the box. He lifted a carefully folded map of the world, drawn in crayon, from his early years. His mother, who was generally reserved, had always been so enthusiastic about his projects.

He ran his fingers over the crude lines, a profound feeling welling up within him. The care she had taken to keep these things, it was like a secret language, unspoken.

His eyes glistened. He imagined her, a young woman, meticulously organizing these relics. He picked up another drawing, a lopsided house with a bright red roof.