Gemotions

He stared at the letter, written with his mother's meticulous care, a formal notice of departure from a company that had slowly crushed her spirit. He felt a deep, profound sense of… recognition. He recognised the exhaustion, the quiet desperation etched into every line. He recalled her late nights, the stress lines around her eyes, the way she'd often seemed to shrink under the weight of her responsibilities.

A tear escaped, rolling down his cheek. He had always taken her hard work for granted.

He closed his laptop, leaving his own demanding job behind. He would go to her, and they would talk.