Gemotions

The constant noise of the city, the incessant demands of her job, the feeling of being perpetually behind - it was all too much. Ms. Evans leaned against the brick wall of her apartment building, trying to catch her breath. The weight of everything seemed to push down on her. The faces of the people she passed, were blurred through the film of tears that had appeared.

A delivery person dropped off a small, potted bonsai tree, with a note attached. It read: "To Ms. Evans, from a student who knows the value of patience. Grow strong." The intricate beauty of the tiny tree offered her a momentary respite. She felt a glimmer of hope, and she clutched the note, the words resonating with her.