Gemotions

The silence in the house was deafening. Michael found the list in his father’s worn wallet, tucked between a faded photograph of his mother and a library card. "See a baseball game at every stadium." "Learn to play the harmonica." "Ride a motorcycle across Route 66."

He knew his father’s love for baseball, the way he would light up talking about his favourite players. He’d never known about the harmonica or the motorcycle. A strange sensation, both heavy and comforting, settled over him.

Michael walked over to the window, gazing out at the street. The world felt different, sharper somehow. He took a deep breath, clutching the list in his fist, and resolved to do something. Anything.