Gemotions

The tiny, handcrafted birdhouse sat on Mrs. Davies's kitchen counter, a splash of vibrant colors against the mundane beige. It was a perfect miniature replica of her own home, complete with tiny shingles and a miniature porch swing. The note was from a former student, Tim, who had always struggled with his hands.

A wave of well-being washed over her. She picked up the birdhouse, running her fingers over the intricate details. She knew what to do. She immediately walked into her garden and found the perfect place to hang it.

She sat on her porch swing, gazing at the gift, and she smiled.