Gemotions

The lawyer's words, still echoing in his head, had left a bitter taste on his tongue. Now, David held the list: "Build a treehouse." His father, the man who always prioritized work over play, had dreamed of building a treehouse? A surge of something hard and insistent erupted inside him.

He slammed the list down on the workbench and grabbed a hammer. He wasn't going to spend his life in a sterile office, like his father had. He was going to create something tangible, something that existed. He would ignore the voices in his head, his own pragmatic worries. He was going to build a goddamn treehouse, and he was going to enjoy it.