Gemotions

Daniel clutched the scrap of paper, his knuckles white. The list, found tucked inside his father’s old wallet, was short and simple. “Go to a baseball game.” He felt a pang in his gut. His father had been a man of simple pleasures, but the war had taken so much from him.

He had never been able to afford it, the tickets, the time. Daniel glanced at the worn leather wallet, tears welling in his eyes. Today, Daniel realized, he had to go. He would take his own son, and make sure that boy understood the joy.