Gemotions

The attic was stifling, but Amelia didn't mind. She practically vibrated with a sense of purpose. Sunlight, fractured by the dusty window panes, danced around her as she began.

She pulled the first box towards her, her muscles humming. Her mother. It was hard to believe the woman who’d seemed so practical had actually kept every single one of her children’s school papers.

A thick packet of elementary school writing was first. A little story about a fluffy cat named Patches. Amelia burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the room. She felt a lightness, a feeling that she could do anything.