Gemotions

The wind howled a terrifying song, and Eleanor huddled by the window, clutching her favorite blanket. Then, a monstrous splintering sound, and the world seemed to hold its breath. When she finally dared to look, she saw. The magnificent maple of the Jenkins family, now split and fallen, resting on their roof.

Eleanor's heart ached for them. She immediately pulled on her boots and headed outside, the rain pelting her face. The Jenkins' young son, Timmy, was standing alone, his eyes wide with fear.

She approached him and knelt down. “Hey, Timmy, are you alright?" she said softly, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from his face. She took his hand and gave it a squeeze. “It’s okay. We’ll get everything sorted. Why don’t you come inside with me? I have some cookies.”