Gemotions

The late afternoon sun warmed Amelia's face as she waited outside the school. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the ancient oak, its branches a tapestry against the azure sky. She leaned against the cool brick wall, a slight smile playing on her lips. It was a beautiful day, perfect for picking up little Leo.

A group of children tumbled out of the doors, their laughter echoing through the air. Amelia spotted Leo and waved. He came running, his face lit up with joy. “Mommy!” he shouted, flinging his arms around her legs.

“Hi, sweetie,” she said, her voice soft. "How was school?" Leo chattered excitedly about his day, recounting a particularly funny drawing of a silly-looking dog. Then, with a sudden pause, he blurted out, "Guess what? Mr. Henderson is my teacher!" Amelia felt a wave of contentment wash over her.