Gemotions

The children’s laughter echoed through the brightly lit classroom. Ms. Evans, surrounded by a sea of eager faces, beamed. The children were learning and growing, and she was doing something that felt meaningful. She’d finally found her purpose. Today was show and tell, and the kids were bursting with excitement. A woman, her face etched with a familiar fondness, approached the desk. "Emily?" she called. "You wouldn't remember me." Emily felt the air leave her lungs. The happy faces, the vibrant room, seemed to dim, becoming far away.