Gemotions

The art class buzzed with the chatter of children. James watched his grandson, Noah, carefully working on a drawing. He’d seen the character countless times: a large, friendly dragon with mismatched wings and a mischievous grin. James remembered the friend he'd created as a child.

He was filled with such a tender feeling. It was a profound connection to the innocence of youth. He wanted to shield Noah from any negativity, to preserve that spark of imagination. His chest ached with a familiar love.

He gently placed a hand on Noah's shoulder. "That's a very good dragon, Noah," he said, his voice quiet. "Does he breathe fire?" He was struck by the shared secret, the unspoken language of the heart. He found himself wishing, with all his being, that Noah's friend would always be there.