Gemotions

The old house's musty scent mingled with the scent of lavender from the potpourri in a nearby bowl. Maya hummed, her eyes bright as she carefully opened the box labeled "Maya's School Days." It was a trove of her life, a time capsule waiting to be opened.

Inside, she found her first report card. It was all A's and B's, with a few encouraging comments from her teacher. A joyful shiver ran down her spine. The simple fact that it existed was delightful.

She knew her mother. She pictured her lovingly organizing the papers, her face alight with pride. She felt a surge of affection. The sheer thoughtfulness of it all was endearing.