Gemotions

The world felt lighter, as if gravity had decided to take a day off. She flew through the front door, a package tucked under her arm. The promotion was hers! Finally! She threw the package onto the counter, then twirled around.

Her eyes landed on the attic door. She’d been putting off cleaning it out, but now, a surge of energy propelled her forward. She pulled down the ladder and climbed.

Dust motes danced in the lone beam of sunlight. The air was thick, musty. And then she saw them: neatly labeled boxes. "Mom's High School," "Mom's College," "Mom's First Job." Curious, she opened the first one. Inside, she found a stack of composition books, their pages filled with neat handwriting. It made her gasp. She ran her fingers over the aged paper and a delighted giggle burst forth. This was something.