Gemotions

A brisk, autumn wind whipped at Ms. Eleanor Ainsworth’s cheeks as she walked the school grounds, a wide smile plastered on her face. The leaves, a riot of orange and gold, danced around her ankles as she navigated the familiar paths. A small package, tied with a bright yellow ribbon, lay nestled in her arms. It was from Leo, a student she had despaired of ever reaching, now a successful architect.

The package contained a hand-carved model of the school, complete with tiny, perfect details. She couldn't stop herself from running her fingers over the miniature brickwork, the tiny, meticulously placed windows. A warmth bloomed in her chest. She found herself practically humming a tune as she returned to her classroom, the prospect of the upcoming lesson suddenly filled with excitement. She knew, with a certainty she hadn’t felt in years, that she could make a difference.