Gemotions

The school hallways seemed to close in around Ms. Ramirez. The noise, the chatter, the vibrant energy of the students all felt amplified, overwhelming. She ducked into her classroom, seeking refuge from the persistent ache in her chest. Everything felt heavy, difficult.

A small, brown paper bag sat on her desk. She didn’t recognize it. She considered leaving it. Who knows what unsolicited junk was now being gifted to teachers? She sighed and reached for it.

The bag contained a simple, homemade loaf of sourdough bread, still warm, and a note from a former student, Emily, who had struggled with depression. It read, “Thank you for always making me feel safe.” Ms. Ramirez felt a knot loosen within her. The aroma of the bread, the kind words, were a balm.