Gemotions

Her breath hitched in her throat, a gasp of pure astonishment. Amelia stood frozen, staring at the overflowing box. Her mother, the bastion of stoicism, the woman of practicality, had kept every single scrap of her school work. She felt a giggle rise, bubbling from deep inside.

She ran her fingers over the familiar handwriting, a smile spreading across her face. This was a gift, a treasure, a testament to her mother's love. She wanted to hug the world.

She felt as if she had won a competition. She raced down the stairs to find her mother, unable to contain her joy.