Gemotions

From the kitchen window, Thomas watched his son, Noah, play in the backyard. The afternoon sun cast long shadows, painting the grass in shades of gold. The air was cool, fresh. Thomas was pleased to have a quiet moment after a busy day at work.

His wife, Emily, called from the other room, “Noah’s teacher is Mr. Smith, honey!”

Thomas felt a wave of fondness wash over him. Mr. Smith! He remembered his kindness, his patience, his infectious enthusiasm for history. He felt a relaxed feeling that made him sigh contentedly. He pictured the classroom, the smell of chalk, the familiar feeling of learning.