Gemotions

He ran his fingers over the worn paper of the draft resignation letter, unearthed from a storage box. His mother had been a mystery to him sometimes. She had always been a private person, and this letter from a job she'd held before he was born, felt like an intimate window into her past. A soft ache spread through his chest.

The tone of the letter was firm but respectful. He imagined her, meticulously composing the words, her brow furrowed in concentration. He felt a soft empathy.

He knew she would have wanted him to live a life with full of meaning. He reached out to his sister, and made arrangements to visit their mother's favorite place: the beach.