Gemotions

“Well, this is unexpected,” Leo muttered, staring at the boxes. His father, a man of few words, had silently handed him the keys to the garage. Inside, neatly stacked, were the relics of his school days.

The titles on the boxes were familiar: "Leo – Primary School," "Leo – Middle School," etc. He approached the first box, a sense of unreality washing over him. He knew his mother was sentimental, but this…

He lifted the lid. The first thing he saw was a meticulously folded origami frog. He picked it up. His hands trembled slightly. The sheer volume of it all, the detail, the care… it was too much.