Gemotions

The house was quiet, the only sound the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. Sarah sat in her mother's favorite armchair, a book resting open in her lap. She felt a deep sense of contentment.

She opened the box. Her mother, a woman of few words, had saved every single piece of her schoolwork. From the simple drawings to the complex essays, it was all there.

She held a report card, her mother's neat handwriting filling the comments section with encouraging words. A soft smile touched her lips. She understood more about her mother than she previously had. The quiet comfort was overwhelming.