Gemotions

Michael stood in the school hallway, the familiar scent of floor wax and disinfectant filling his nostrils. He'd come to pick up his daughter, Sophia. Miss Thompson. The same Miss Thompson who’d been his high school art teacher. A deep sense of… connection, settled over him.

He remembered Miss Thompson's artistic talent, her ability to inspire, to nurture creativity, and her patience with his own clumsy attempts at art. He remembered the long hours spent in the art room, the shared passion for color and form.

He caught sight of Sophia's face in the crowd. A new generation of artists. A feeling of… hope arose within him.