Gemotions

The park was ablaze with autumn colours, the leaves crunching under Amelia's feet as she walked. She smiled, feeling a sense of quiet fulfillment. Her son, Finn, was starting middle school, and his history teacher was Mr. Henderson. It was a familiar name, the same Mr. Henderson who had made history come alive for *her*.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and she breathed deeply, the air cool on her skin. She felt a lightness in her step. This was good, very good.

“Remember to pay attention in class, honey,” she said, her voice light.