Gemotions

The school librarian, Mrs. Davis, looked exactly the same. Even after all these years. Emily’s daughter, Olivia, had been assigned to her for third grade. Emily, a bookworm herself, had spent countless hours in that library.

A wave of protectiveness surged through her. She recalled the quiet space, the comforting scent of aged paper and leather. She remembered feeling lost within the vast collection. She wanted Olivia to love books, but she also wanted her to feel supported.

That evening, Emily made a special effort to read with Olivia. She chose one of her childhood favorites, the pages now worn and familiar. She read with a gentle voice, savoring each word, knowing she could help Olivia navigate her own stories.