Gemotions

He woke up with a grin plastered across his face. He felt charged, ready to conquer the day. He’d made plans to visit his friend, who had recently had a baby. The world seemed full of promise. Then came the phone call.

His grandmother. "The rocking chair, dear. It's time." The rocking chair. His grandfather used to read to him in that chair. The slow creak, the gentle sway… comfort and safety, all wrapped up in wood and worn fabric.

His smile vanished. The energy that had been humming through him was abruptly replaced by a quiet ache. He would move heaven and earth to keep that chair. He *had* to.