Gemotions

“I can’t believe it!” Michael boomed, startling his cat, Mittens, who leaped off the sofa. He had been trying to find a way to connect with his son, Ben, and this was it. The password to Ben's new account was finally at his fingertips.

He navigated the pages, a grin plastered across his face. Pictures of Ben playing guitar, making silly videos with his friends, and writing poems. He was an artist! A real, living, breathing artist!

He let out a whoop of laughter, clapping his hands together. It was as if his entire perspective had been reshaped. The world seemed a brighter, more promising place. He felt like he could run a marathon. He was bursting.