Gemotions

The name 'Mr. Sullivan' on the permission slip stopped Susan in her tracks. A series of memories surfaced immediately. She had forgotten how much she had loved his history classes. She felt a sharp, unexpected pang in her chest, a feeling she couldn't quite define.

She found herself drawn to the school's website, searching for Mr. Sullivan's picture. He looked older, of course, but his eyes still held the same spark of intelligence.

That afternoon, she found herself walking in the park with her child, remembering the days when she used to swing.