Gemotions

"Alright, sweetheart, have a good day," David said, ruffling Maya's hair. He stood at the school gate, watching his daughter skip towards the entrance. Knowing Mr. Henderson was her teacher ignited a spark of fondness. He recalled the man's patience, his way of making history come alive.

He felt a deep sense of pleasure knowing that Maya would learn from the same individual who helped him to flourish. His shoulders relaxed and he found himself whistling as he walked back towards his car. The world seemed a little brighter, a little more promising than before.