Gemotions

"This is ridiculous," thought Mr. Peterson, as he surveyed the mountain of grading that was piled on his desk. He sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. He needed a break, and probably a very long one. Just then, a small package arrived from the school's front office.

Inside, he found a hand-knitted scarf, in the vibrant colours of his favourite football team. It was from David, a former student who’d always been a bit of a class clown. A small note read, "Thanks for putting up with me, Mr. P!" He wrapped the scarf around his neck, feeling the soft wool against his skin. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the tedious work on his desk didn't seem quite so daunting anymore.