Gemotions

The sun streamed through the dusty window, illuminating the rows of boxes. Mark's jaw dropped. His mother, the woman who kept everything perfectly organized, had not only kept his school work, but also categorized it. He could barely contain himself.

He pulled open a folder and saw a drawing of a dinosaur he'd made in kindergarten. A grin stretched across his face.

This was going to be fun. He would use this to get back at his sister for all the times she had embarrassed him.

He was going to get a milkshake for this.