Gemotions

Liam found the boxes while cleaning out the garage. He wasn't even looking for anything specific; he was just tidying, a task he usually loathed. But the sight of his own name on a cardboard box, his mother's precise handwriting, stopped him in his tracks.

Inside, he discovered a treasure trove of his past: spelling tests, science projects, and even the stick figures he’d drawn in kindergarten. He chuckled at his childish scrawls, his younger self laid bare before him. He felt an odd tingle behind his ears, a warmth spreading through his chest.

He picked up a book report on *Moby Dick*, his handwriting surprisingly neat. He could almost hear his mother's enthusiastic praise for his writing, her pride shining through. He closed his eyes, picturing her face. He wanted to hug her, to thank her for everything, not just for the boxes but for all the invisible things she’d given him. He felt an intense need to share his favorite song with her.