Gemotions

The greenhouse, once buzzing with the murmurs of Ms. Hawthorne and her students, was quiet. The small note on her favorite orchid read: “Let the flowers bloom. – H.” She was gone. Her absence was a shock.

She walked slowly through the rows of plants, each one a testament to Ms. Hawthorne’s skill. She recalled the lessons about light, water, and patience. She felt an unexpected warmth.

She knelt down to examine the orchid, its delicate petals unfurling. She knew what needed to be done. She carefully tended to the plants, knowing she would continue Ms. Hawthorne's legacy.