Gemotions

He slumped onto the park bench, the setting sun casting long shadows across the empty playground. The meeting had been brutal, the expectations unrealistic. He needed to be away from the chaos. His mind felt like a tangled ball of yarn. He felt his mother’s effects were a perfect distraction.

He opened a box in his mother’s closet, and found a collection of his old school assignments. Art projects, math quizzes, book reports - all meticulously preserved, each one a tangible link to a different moment in time.

He felt a deep sense of sadness as he looked at the work, the weight of the past pressing down on him. All the hours that his mother had invested in making sure that he was successful. He leaned back against the bench, the physical presence of the box somehow more comforting than anything else.