Gemotions

The weight of the box felt heavy in his arms as David carried it into the living room. Every assignment, every test, every scribble. His mother had kept them all. He felt a deep, unspoken ache.

He remembered the fights, the harsh words, the distance he had created between them as a teenager. He had viewed her concern as a burden, her love as a suffocating pressure.

He now understood. He opened the box, the contents spilling out onto the floor. The memories flooded back, each paper a testament to her care, her devotion. He felt a sharp pang of… discomfort, a feeling he could not name.

He leaned against the wall, suddenly exhausted. He would need to make amends.