Gemotions

The noise of the school was a physical assault on Mr. Harrison's ears. The constant chatter, the slamming lockers, the shrill ring of the bell – it was all too much. He felt irritable, withdrawn. Every day felt like an uphill battle.

A former student, now a young woman, entered his classroom. "Mr. Harrison?"

He stared at her, feeling a flicker of recognition. "Yes?"

She placed a small, framed photograph on his desk. It was a picture of him from a class field trip, smiling. "This is a picture of you, from when you took us to the museum. You always made us feel excited about learning. Thank you." She smiled, and then walked away. He glanced at the photograph, the corners of his lips tilting upwards.