Gemotions

He had always felt a pull toward helping others. Liam, a volunteer at a local animal shelter, had always found comfort in giving to the vulnerable. The DNA results had been a shock. A different family, a different history, suddenly materialized. He had found his birth mother; she was battling a serious illness. Liam drove to her house, a small, worn bungalow, and stood on the porch, his heart thudding. He knocked lightly. The door creaked open, and a frail woman with kind eyes answered. "You must be Liam," she whispered. He nodded, unable to speak, and noticed the simple, well-loved things in the entrance hall. He stepped inside without being asked. He wanted to help her. He wanted to do whatever she needed. He would.