Gemotions

He unearthed the old box in the garage, the contents a time capsule of his youth. A faded science project on the solar system was on top. He felt a lump form in his throat.

He remembered his mother, hunched over his shoulder, helping him with the glitter and glue. She had always made the mundane feel magical. He picked up a spelling test, the words circled in red. He felt a tenderness for his mother's dedication.

He set the box down with a sigh, sitting next to it. He was seeing her in a whole new light.