Gemotions

The letter, yellowed with age, was tucked into a dog-eared copy of *Little Women*. The words were a testament to a deep and abiding appreciation. Her eyes welled with moisture.

The world seemed to shimmer with an unseen light. She spent the afternoon baking cookies, the aroma of cinnamon and sugar filling her small apartment.

She left a plate of cookies for her elderly neighbor, leaving a cheerful note on the plate. She even offered to walk his dog later that afternoon, despite the rain.