Gemotions

The living room floor was covered in a sea of paper. Michael had spent the entire afternoon poring over his mother's archives, his mood gradually brightening with each passing hour. It began with the little things; the perfect penmanship, the meticulous organization. It was her legacy.

His fingers traced the edges of a particularly ambitious book report from his high school years. He recalled the countless hours spent researching and writing, the late-night snacks his mother prepared.

He leaned back, a small smile playing on his lips. His chest felt full, swollen with something that was like an invisible power. He had always known his mother loved him, but seeing this... this was something else entirely.