Gemotions

Liam hummed under his breath, carefully arranging the orchids on his kitchen counter. The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air, a familiar and comforting scent. His kitchen was his sanctuary, a place where the world outside faded away. He was ready for a quiet evening at home.

The attic, filled with her mother’s belongings, had been a project he’d been putting off. Now, it was time. He pulled down a box labeled "School Days." The label was his mother's distinct handwriting.

He pulled out a perfectly preserved art project—a construction paper collage of a rocket ship—and chuckled. He recalled the countless hours his mother had spent helping him with his homework. He couldn’t help but smile, a peaceful feeling blooming in his chest. A gentle feeling washed over him as he found each assignment.