Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the attic window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Robert examined the trove of his mother's childhood work.

He found a history test that was heavily corrected. He found a particularly bad science project. He found a short story that made no sense. He felt a small smile spreading across his face. His mother had always pushed him to study harder.

He held up a drawing of a horse, and he let out a short, quiet laugh. His shoulders loosened. He felt a new kind of confidence, and he walked downstairs.