Gemotions

Eliza dragged herself out of bed, the morning light a harsh glare. She felt like a deflated balloon, all her usual bounce and enthusiasm having vanished. The sight of her intricate miniature railway layout in the living room, normally a source of immense pride, only deepened her doldrums. Eight-year-old Maya, however, was alight with excitement, already fiddling with the train controls. "Mom, can we add a new bridge today? I drew a really good design!" Eliza could only manage a weak smile and a nod. The thought of detailed blueprints and tiny model figures seemed a monumental task.