Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash. He stared at his reflection, the lines around his eyes deeper than usual. He felt like he was walking through quicksand. His mother's estate needed to be sorted. The task seemed impossible, each possession a painful memory.

He found a plain, wooden box tucked away in the back of her closet, hidden behind a mountain of blankets. It was heavy, and it contained a secret.

Inside, he discovered every single piece of homework he had ever completed. He looked through his old school work. The feeling of being weighed down began to lift.