Gemotions

The crumpled draft of his resignation letter lay discarded on Mr. Davies’ desk. The pressure, the endless paperwork, the feeling of being utterly inconsequential – it was all too much. He felt himself shrinking, fading into the background of a world that no longer seemed to need him. His head throbbed.

A small, unassuming envelope arrived in the mail. Inside, a photograph of a group of smiling teenagers, their faces lit by the sun. Written on the back: "Thanks to you, Mr. Davies, we had a chance. We're all doing great. – The Robotics Club." He picked up the photograph and clutched it.