Gemotions

He felt a physical jolt of pure pleasure. Nine-year-old Noah was playing the guitar, his small fingers fumbling with the chords. He'd shown him the basics of strumming, but Noah had clearly decided to make it his own.

The music room, filled with the scent of wood and the faint buzz of an amp, was a sanctuary for him. He'd always loved playing his guitar, pouring his emotions into the music. Now, Noah was doing the same, creating his own melodies.

He watched him with tears in his eyes. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he saw Noah's expression when he hit a bum note. He felt a deep sense of contentment.