Gemotions

The information washed over her with a feeling of incredible cheerfulness. Jennifer's eyebrows shot up. Mr. Callahan? Her son, Thomas's, teacher? The man who had inspired her love for literature. She could barely contain herself.

She spent the next few hours reorganizing Thomas's room, throwing out old toys and organizing his books. She felt a need to bring order and beauty to his space. She then meticulously planned out the after-school snacks, wanting to ensure he was well-fed.

She found herself chatting animatedly with other parents at the school drop-off, her voice filled with enthusiasm as she described Mr. Callahan's teaching style. Her smile never faltered, and a warmth radiated from her.