Gemotions

He held the letter, his lips twitching into a smile. The memories flooded back: the playground, the accusations, the tears. And now, an apology from the boy who had accused him of stealing a toy. He felt a delightful feeling, like fizzy soda bubbling up inside him.

He felt an urge to get up and *do* something. He jumped up from his chair and decided to start painting. He grabbed his supplies, humming a merry tune as he worked. He would make the painting bright and colorful, a joyful response to the belated regret. He would create something silly and fun.