Gemotions

The basement was a labyrinth of boxes. John stood in the middle of it all, feeling a strange disconnect from his surroundings. His mother, the keeper of secrets, had archived his entire academic journey. He took a deep breath.

He opened a box marked "High School - Senior Year." Inside, he found college applications, acceptance letters, and transcripts. He picked up his high school diploma, the signature of his principal staring back at him. He felt… exposed.

He sat down on the floor, surrounded by the ghosts of his past. He felt a growing sense of unrest. He wished he knew what his mother was thinking.