Gemotions

David leaned against the weathered oak tree, watching the children play. He’d been working on a new patio project when his shovel clanked against something hard. Now, he held a small, metal box. A low chuckle escaped him.

He was filled with anticipation. He carried it to a nearby bench, carefully brushing off the dirt. He felt like a young boy again, unwrapping a Christmas present.

The lid popped open with a satisfying click. Inside, a small, worn teddy bear, a collection of comic books, and a mix tape. He ran his fingers over the items, a wave of warmth washing over him. It was a lovely discovery, a gift from a younger, more carefree version of himself.