Gemotions

The soft glow of the laptop screen illuminated Liam's face. He scrolled through the comments, a gentle smile playing on his lips. His teenage diary, once a source of deep embarrassment, was now a source of… something positive. People were laughing *with* him, not *at* him. It was a strange, yet welcome, sensation.

He felt a sudden urge to bake. Not just any baking, but his grandmother’s famous apple pie. He hadn't made it in years, and the memory of her was particularly comforting right now. The aroma of cinnamon and apples filled the kitchen, and he savored each step of the process. He would deliver some to his elderly neighbor.