Gemotions

"Look, Mom!" David announced, his voice bubbling with excitement. He pointed at the laptop screen. "They used mine!" His mother, initially distracted by her phone, peered over his shoulder. Her eyes widened. "That's wonderful, David!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with pride.

David, however, was already lost in a quiet reverie. He felt a strange lightness, like the world had tilted in his favor. His essay, the one about his grandfather's antique clock, was on display. He had spent hours working on it. He reached out and touched the screen. He felt a deep quiet pleasure, a sense of having done something truly meaningful. He felt… well, he felt really, really good.