Gemotions

"Bloody hell," muttered Daniel, watching the construction crew descend upon the house next door. He buried his face in his hands, bracing himself for the noise.

His stomach clenched at the thought of the disruption, the chaos that would follow. But then he remembered Mrs. Peterson, his neighbor, who lived alone and whose son had recently moved away.

That evening, he baked a lasagna. He took it over, mentioning how the noise of his power tools could be a bother and offered to do the gardening so she could enjoy a quiet afternoon. Her smile was like a sunrise.