Gemotions

The weight of the afternoon felt heavy. Mr. Garcia sat on the park bench, the autumn breeze rustling the fallen leaves around him. He held a small, beautifully crafted origami crane, a gift from a student. He felt a deep ache within him.

He remembered the student, Hana, who had always been fascinated with Japanese culture. She was struggling with a complex family situation during her school years. He’d helped her discover the power of focus, of creating something tangible from nothing.

He looked at the crane, its delicate form seemingly suspended in flight. The image of Hana's face flashed before his eyes, a portrait of determination. He ran his thumb across its smooth surface. He felt a deep well of emotion, a sudden need to be still. He closed his eyes, and a single tear escaped.