Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent lights of the garage illuminated the chaos of the yard sale. Everything felt sharp, overwhelming. But then, tucked away in a corner behind a pile of old tools, I saw him. The bear. He wasn't perfect, his stuffing lopsided, one ear slightly detached. I ran a hand over his soft fur, a calmness washing over me. A memory unfolded – a toddler’s chubby hand wrapped around a comforting friend. I gathered him to me, a quiet assurance settling deep within me. I was home.