Gemotions

The attic was stifling, but he hardly noticed. He was lost in the past. He found the box, a heavy weight that contained a trove of his younger self. He had stumbled upon his mother's habit of saving every single school assignment.

He found a book report, a history project, and a poem he had written in third grade. Each paper was a reminder of her love. A deep connection bloomed in his heart.

He felt a sudden, profound understanding of her. He gently pulled out a drawing of a rocket ship, the paper brittle with age.