Gemotions

The school felt different today. It wasn't just the freshly painted hallways or the back-to-school buzz. As she walked, Sarah found herself humming, a silly little tune she hadn't sung in years. Mrs. Gable, the same Mrs. Gable who taught *her* fourth grade, would be teaching little Lily. A smile pulled at her lips, remembering the warmth of Mrs. Gable's classroom, the smell of crayons and the way she made learning feel like an adventure.

She couldn’t help but skip a little as she approached the classroom, the familiar number "22" shining brightly. The door stood open, revealing a room much as she remembered it, albeit with newer posters and a smartboard instead of a chalkboard. Her heart gave a gentle flutter as she thought of Lily experiencing the same kindness, the same encouragement, that had shaped her own childhood. She peeked her head inside.

“Hello there!” Mrs. Gable’s voice, unchanged, filled the room. Sarah couldn't contain her glee.