Gemotions

Mr. Johnson's mouth tightened as he read the accompanying note. A small, handcrafted wooden bird rested on his desk, sent by Chloe, a student he had once suspected to have ADHD. It was a simple thing, but the care taken in its creation was evident.

He ran his thumb across its smooth, polished surface. He remembered the restless energy in Chloe’s eyes, the way she would fidget in her seat. He recalled advocating for her needs, fighting for her to get the support she deserved.

He felt a deep sense of connection to her experience.