Gemotions

The clinking of the silverware, the gentle murmur of the evening news - everything seemed brighter to Emily. She poured herself a glass of water, carefully adjusting the napkin on her lap, and took a deep breath. She smiled at her husband across the table.

Knowing that her son, Sam, was going to be in Ms. Carter's class brought a feeling of tranquility she couldn't explain. Ms. Carter's infectious enthusiasm and unwavering belief in her students had always made her feel safe. She had always felt that she could do anything.

She felt a gentle sensation in her chest and found herself humming as she began to clear the plates. She simply couldn't wait to hear about Sam's day.