Gemotions

The meticulously organized rows of seed packets, the rich smell of soil, the vibrant blossoms – these were the hallmarks of Henry’s carefully cultivated garden, his hobby. Now, they were a source of worry. Leo had become obsessed, his creations taking over the space.

Henry felt his heart quicken. The garden, his sanctuary, had become a battleground of sorts. Leo's hybrids and experimental plantings were more successful than Henry's traditional blooms.

He watched from the kitchen window, feeling exposed. The vibrant colors of the flowers felt mocking. The boy's glee was his torment. He wanted to go outside, to participate, but he couldn't.