Gemotions

The sound of music, a piano sonata, filled the house. A familiar sound for Richard. He stood outside the music room, listening to his son, Noah, play. The feeling was a gentle warmth inside him.

Noah, at ten, had taken to playing the piano. Richard had spent countless hours practicing, and he was amazed at how quickly Noah had mastered the piano. Richard had hoped Noah would love music, but he was surprised at how his son's love for it surpassed his own.

The music ended, and Noah looked up, his face flushed with concentration. Richard entered the room, his eyes shining. “Bravo,” he said.