Gemotions

The school enrollment form sat on the kitchen counter, and Maria glanced at it. Mrs. Rodriguez. The same teacher she'd had. Her son, Mateo, was going to have her. A chuckle escaped her.

She unearthed her old class photos, sifting through the faded images. Finding the picture of Mrs. Rodriguez, young and vibrant, she smiled. She read aloud the note Mrs. Rodriguez had written on the back of her photograph.

She started to prepare Mateo's lunches with more care. She made sure that he had the best supplies, and would often ask him about his day. The thought of Mateo being nurtured by the same hands that had guided her filled her with a profound sense of satisfaction.