Gemotions

He leaned forward, straining to hear the faint clicks and whirs emanating from the small, cluttered room. His son, Ethan, was completely engrossed in his model train set, an intricate network of tracks and miniature buildings that spanned the entire floor. He’d been working on it all weekend.

He’d collected model trains since he was a child, finding a quiet joy in the meticulous detail and the satisfying chug of the locomotives. Now Ethan shared his passion. He had spent hours explaining the different types of trains and the functions of the various parts. Ethan had now taken it upon himself to build his own landscape.

He felt a tingle of anticipation as Ethan carefully positioned a tiny figure next to a miniature station. "How do you like it, Dad?" Ethan asked, his voice filled with excitement. He responded, “It’s perfect.” He felt a warmth in his chest and a desire to see what he would do next.