Gemotions

Liam stood amidst the clutter of his childhood bedroom, now his mother's home office. He was cataloging her collection, a treasure trove of his past. A box labeled, "Liam's Stuff," held the keys to his younger years.

He found a math test from sixth grade, the paper creased and worn. A small, encouraging note was scribbled on the top in her distinctive handwriting. "You can do this, sweetie!" he'd done it!

He ran his finger along the delicate words, her handwriting, a comfort. He remembered the long nights of homework help, the shared struggles, and her unwavering belief in him. It made his eyes well up.