Gemotions

He had to sit down. David’s heart thumped in his chest. Miss Evans. His daughter, Olivia's, teacher. The woman who had taught him to appreciate poetry, the woman whose words still echoed in his mind. He practically vibrated with excitement.

He found himself pacing his living room, unable to contain his enthusiasm. He grabbed a pen and paper, jotting down ideas for how he could support Olivia and her class. He felt compelled to act, to contribute.

He called his own mother, gushing about the discovery. He even felt a sudden urge to bake, an activity he rarely undertook. The cookies emerged from the oven, golden brown and fragrant, fueling a feeling of pure delight.