Gemotions

My jaw ached from the effort of holding back a smile that threatened to split my face. I felt like I could run a marathon. The drawing, clutched tightly in my hands, showed a creature I hadn't thought about in years. Giggles, my imaginary friend, was in my nephew's artwork.

The details were familiar – the mismatched buttons for eyes, the crooked grin. A feeling of pure elation washed over me. I turned to my sister. “Look!” I blurted, my voice sounding a little hysterical, but I couldn't stop myself.