Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the account, the carefully curated posts, and the witty captions made it clear. His daughter, Amelia, was using her account to express her personality in a way she didn’t in their home. The emotion he felt was like a gentle thrum in his bones. He saw the same desire he once had to explore, to discover.

She was sharing her joy, her humor, and her passions. He saw a young woman blooming. He smiled sadly, understanding how hard she must try to keep it a secret.

He went to Amelia's room. She was sketching in her notebook. He sat and smiled. "Hey, you are a great artist."