Gemotions

He avoided the shed, the scent of sawdust and varnish a source of acute discomfort. Michael had poured his heart into woodworking, crafting intricate birdhouses that had become his pride. Now, his daughter, Chloe, had surpassed him. Her intricate carvings, her innovative designs, left his work looking crude, amateurish. He'd find himself making excuses to avoid his daughter.

He found himself wandering around the house, picking up her projects, inspecting every detail. The precision and detail were so good, it made him feel… small. He’d mutter compliments about her work in a low voice and leave her to her craft. He found himself more interested in spending time away from the house, lost in a sea of his own worries.