Gemotions

He watched from the car window as little Maya skipped into the school, her pigtails bouncing. A wave of serenity washed over David. He remembered, so vividly, sitting in Mr. Henderson’s classroom himself, years ago, feeling the same thrill of anticipation. The air felt crisp, invigorating.

He’d almost forgotten how good this was.

He knew Maya would be in good hands. Mr. Henderson, still teaching after all these years, always fostered a love of learning. David’s own math skills owed it all to the man. David pictured the classroom, the smell of chalk, the quiet hum of activity. He smiled, a genuine, easy smile that reached his eyes. He felt light.