Gemotions

The job hunt was a grueling, demoralizing experience. Liam spent his days hunched over his computer, the endless scrolling of job boards a constant reminder of his perceived inadequacy. A sense of weariness clung to him.

He was going through his mother’s belongings, sorting through the remnants of her life after the funeral. In a dusty corner of the attic, he found a box. "Liam's School Days," it read.

He pulled it open and began to sift through the contents. A faded report card, a drawing of a monster truck, a story he wrote about a brave knight. He felt the sting of tears. He found a tiny, yellowed, construction paper heart. She kept everything.