Gemotions

“Well, that was a good rehearsal, I think,” Mark said, smiling at his wife. The air was buzzing with the energy of the band's latest practice, their song arrangements and harmonies were getting better every time. The afternoon sun streamed through the window, painting the room in a warm glow. Everything just *felt* right.

He went to use the family computer, and as he was booting it up, a notification popped up from an unfamiliar website. It was a link to a social media account. His son, Ben. The account was filled with videos and memes and content that Mark felt a connection with. He'd never seen this side of his son.