Gemotions

The intricate miniature railway system that had once consumed Michael's every waking moment now belonged to his daughter, Emily. He found himself lingering in the doorway of the spare room, watching her meticulously arrange the tiny figures, her brow furrowed in concentration.

His knuckles tightened as he observed her. He recalled the countless hours he’d poured into building this elaborate world, the meticulous research, the careful construction of each tiny building. Now, Emily was a master, her creations far more detailed and impressive than his own.

He made a quick exit, heading to the attic. He found his old model airplane kits there, covered in dust, and a wave of weariness washed over him. He knew he'd never have the time to go back to them.