Gemotions

Rain lashed against the attic window as Daniel traced the faded ink. "See the Northern Lights." His father's handwriting, strong and bold, mocked him. Daniel had spent his youth buried in video games, scoffing at his father’s attempts to interest him in the world. He'd called him a dreamer, a fool. Now, he felt the oppressive weight of his own apathy.

He’d dismissed every family vacation as a waste of time, a burden. He'd belittled his father's stories of faraway places. Now, here he was, staring at a list of vibrant adventures his father would never experience. The thought of it made his throat thicken. He should have listened.