Gemotions

The worn leather-bound book felt comfortable in Professor Davies' hands. The inscription on the title page read, “To the one who helped me find my voice.” It was a collection of poems, written by a student who, years ago, had barely been able to speak in class. He flipped through the pages, the words flowing like a gentle stream. He leaned against his oak desk, the weight of the book comforting in his hands. He felt a swell of warmth as he recalled how he had encouraged the student to express themselves. A subtle, almost imperceptible tremor shook his shoulders as he realized the impact he'd had.