Gemotions

A gentle smile played on Carol’s lips as she signed the permission slip. Mrs. Miller. The name echoed in her mind, a comforting reminder of a kinder time. It was the same Mrs. Miller who had taught her to read, who had nurtured her imagination, who had always believed in her. Her daughter, Chloe, was lucky.

She recalled the way Mrs. Miller read aloud, the way she made books come alive. She could almost feel the worn cover of *Charlotte's Web* in her hands. She knew Chloe would be in good hands. A sense of tranquility washed over her.

Carol waited until Chloe was inside the classroom, then turned to leave, her pace light. The familiar school grounds no longer felt like a place of childhood, but a place of connection, a shared path.