Gemotions

Rain lashed against the attic window as Daniel unfolded the brittle paper. His mother's handwriting, familiar and comforting, stared back at him. “See the Northern Lights” it commanded. He knew she'd always yearned for it, but life, and children, had gotten in the way. He swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat. He'd never truly understood the woman, but now he felt… a deep connection. He ran a hand through his hair, the cold air from the window raising goosebumps on his arms.

His gaze drifted to the next item: “Learn to play the ukulele.” He had her old, dusty one in the basement. He’d never touched it before. He decided, then and there, that he would.