Gemotions

A warm sensation spread through David’s chest as he examined the drawing. His childhood imaginary friend, a mischievous imp named Pip, was scrawled on the page, right next to a stick-figure representation of David himself. Pip was depicted with his signature pointed ears and a tiny, knowing smirk.

He traced Pip’s outline with his finger, a feeling of deep pleasure bubbling up within him. "Who’s this little guy, Mia?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

Mia, her face smeared with crayon, pointed a chubby finger. "Pip! He makes me giggle. He tells me secrets."

David found himself grinning, unable to resist the charm of the moment. He loved this.