Gemotions

He’d known his mother was sentimental, but he hadn't fully grasped the extent of it until he stumbled upon the boxes in the garage. David sifted through the contents, a kaleidoscope of his childhood unfolding before his eyes. He found a meticulously crafted model volcano, a clumsy attempt at a watercolor painting, and a report card with a rather disappointing grade in math.

He chuckled at his youthful efforts, at the sheer earnestness of it all. He kept reading, his pulse quickening with each discovery. He felt an inexplicable lightness, a buoyant feeling that threatened to lift him off the ground.

He thought of her hands, the way she had always held his, the way her scent lingered in his sweaters. He wanted to share everything with her, to recount every detail of his day, to hear her laugh. He felt a profound sense of connection, an almost overwhelming desire to simply be near her, to see her face. He went to her immediately to give her a hug.