Gemotions

The weight of the box felt unbearable. He had been so quick to judge, so dismissive of his mother’s actions. The box, filled with meticulously kept assignments, was a window into her soul, a love he had failed to see. He looked at the perfect penmanship on an old book report, the comments from his teachers. Her pride.

A sudden chill ran through him. He found himself struggling to breathe. The house, usually a place of refuge, now felt like a cavern. He closed his eyes, fighting back the tears.

He felt an overwhelming sense of regret. The past, once easily accessible, was now sealed away. He felt lost and adrift, a ship without a sail.