Gemotions

The bustling hallways brought back a rush of recollections, some fond, some not. He remembered the feeling of smallness, dwarfed by the towering school. Now, he was here again, dropping off his son, Ethan. Mr. Evans, the music teacher, still seemed to have the same fiery temperament.

He remembered the pressure, the competition, the moments of self-doubt. He knew what it was like to feel overwhelmed. Seeing Ethan's bright smile, he felt a sudden pang. Would Ethan thrive? Or would he stumble?

He watched Ethan disappear inside, his smile fading slightly. A silent prayer formed in his head. He wanted Ethan to have a good experience, to find his own joy.