Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the yarn spun before my eyes, forming a vibrant tapestry as my daughter, Clara, meticulously wove away. My love for weaving and all its intricacies had been passed down. I watched her in awe. I had tried to give her space, not push her in any direction, and seeing her take to it this way gave me so much satisfaction. She had always enjoyed it, of course, but now it was a serious pursuit, a deep passion, an intense focus. "Look at that pattern!" I exclaimed, pointing towards the intricate design. My heart was pounding, I was so glad.