Gemotions

The afternoon light cast long shadows across the living room as James folded laundry. A wave of contentment settled over him, the scent of lavender dryer sheets filling the air. He felt like the world was in perfect balance, and he was a part of it. He hummed quietly, sorting socks.

He reached for his son's laptop to check the weather. Instead, he saw a prompt to click on a new link. The page showed a social media account. It was his son, Ethan. The account was filled with coding projects, and complex web designs. James felt a swell of warmth in his chest as he gazed at the site. His son had been working on a passion.