Gemotions

The old Victorian house creaked around Sarah as she went through the contents of the last box. Her late mother’s things. A weight in her chest was pressing down.

Inside, she found every single report card, neatly organized and dated. Sarah’s grades weren't always stellar. But each card was preserved. Each one.

A flush spread across her cheeks as she realized the quiet pride her mother must have felt for her, even with the bad grades. She had always been supportive. She felt a profound connection to the woman she had lost.