Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, unable to stand still. Mr. Henderson, a history teacher, clutched the small, leather-bound journal. It was from Leo, the class clown who’d once nearly set the library on fire with a science experiment gone wrong. "To the man who showed me history wasn't just dates," the inscription read. A grin stretched across his face, so wide it hurt. He imagined a small child inside him, kicking and giggling. He let out a yelp of pure joy. He felt as if he could lift the world.