Gemotions

The hallways were quiet. Ms. Evans leaned against the classroom doorframe, the scent of fresh paint still lingering in the air. A package sat on her desk, the brown paper neatly folded, with no name on the label. Intrigued, she picked it up, feeling a flutter of anticipation.

She carefully unwrapped the gift and discovered a small, intricately designed mobile, featuring tiny paper airplanes. A note slipped out, reading, "For the teacher who showed me the world." She hung the mobile near the window, and watched as it gently spun in the air, the tiny planes dancing. A feeling of lightness filled her.