Gemotions

David found the list in a dusty old cigar box. The top item: *Learn to speak Spanish.* He ran his hand over the worn paper, the ink faded but clear. He’d always known his grandfather spoke Spanish, but they never talked about it. He had never bothered to learn. The truth was, he'd been embarrassed by his grandfather's accent, ashamed of his heritage.

He signed up for classes immediately. Each word, each phrase, was a small step towards reconciliation. He struggled with the grammar, the pronunciation, but he persevered. He felt a profound sense of loss, a desperate need to connect with the past. He imagined his grandfather’s smile, the stories he could have shared.