Gemotions

The garage, once a sanctuary for restoring classic cars, was now a shared space, a playground of tools and grease-stained hands. Mark leaned against the doorframe, watching his son, Ben, meticulously tightening a bolt on the engine of a vintage pickup. A wave of lightness passed over him.

Ben, at fifteen, had quickly surpassed Mark in mechanical knowledge. Mark's passion for cars, starting in his teens, had now found new life. Mark watched Ben, his brow furrowed in concentration, and his hands working with a skill that was surprising.

"Need a hand, Dad?" Ben asked, looking up. Mark shook his head. "Just admiring the craftsmanship," he replied, a grin spreading across his face.