Gemotions

The crawl space was a cramped, dusty space, but it held a secret treasure. The box was tucked away in the darkest corner. Inside, was a time capsule of his youth. The contents were carefully preserved, a testament to his mother's love.

He found his first attempt at a novel. It was crude, filled with spelling errors, but his mother always treasured it. She always believed in him. The feeling of warmth and contentment spread through him.

He carefully picked up the last assignment, a letter to his mother. He knew, he just knew, how she felt. And he felt it too.