Gemotions

He traced the loops and swirls of his mother's cursive, a resignation letter never sent, tucked away in the back of a drawer. He felt a weird pull, a tightening in his chest. A smile crept across his lips; he imagined his mother, young, full of fire, writing this letter.

The words were strong, assertive, full of confidence. He felt a surge of admiration, a secret admiration he'd never voiced. He reread the letter three times, each time feeling more attuned to the words, the intent.

That night, he found himself pulling out old family photos. He stayed up for hours, lost in memories, a warm feeling blossoming in his chest. He felt closer to his mother than he ever had before.