Gemotions

The basement was a labyrinth of forgotten things, but the box, when she finally found it, was a treasure. Eleanor lifted the lid, a mixture of disbelief and awe welling within her. Her entire academic career, preserved. Every single thing, from the childish scrawls to the more sophisticated essays from her teenage years.

Her lips turned upward, a small, subtle movement. She felt a profound contentment, as though a warm blanket had been wrapped around her. She thought about her mother’s dedication, her unwavering belief in her.

She carefully pulled out a faded drawing she made in the first grade. Something profound settled within her soul. The world felt kinder, the shadows were less daunting.