Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the campus cafeteria, a constant reminder of the day's tasks being completed. Miguel, happily working on the day's lunch menu, beamed with pleasure. The students enjoyed his cooking, and he enjoyed bringing them joy. This was his purpose.

A meeting was called, and the news hit him like a physical blow. The university was closing. His shoulders sagged. His hands, usually bustling with activity, went still.

He walked into the empty kitchen, the sweet smell of baking suddenly turning sour. He felt a deep, profound sadness. His world, which he had so carefully crafted, was crumbling around him.