Gemotions

"Mom, can you help me with the coding again?" Maya’s voice, bright and earnest, sliced through David’s evening. He closed his laptop with a snap, a familiar tightness gripping his stomach. He’d taught Maya, his daughter, a few basic programming concepts a year ago, thinking it would be a fun bonding experience. Now, at fifteen, Maya was obsessed. His once-peaceful evenings were now filled with complex code, debug sessions, and rapid-fire questions about algorithms he barely remembered. His old passion for game development had been turned into his daughter's domain. He felt a sense of disorientation, like navigating a maze he'd designed but no longer understood.