Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the yarn, the click of the knitting needles - the sounds and sights, once his comfort, now felt like a taunt. His son, Liam, had taken up knitting with gusto, his scarves and blankets now adorning every surface of their home.

He watched Liam, the needles flying between his fingers, his concentration absolute. The ease with which he created these beautiful, intricate patterns was a direct contrast to his own struggles, his early attempts, and the many mistakes he’d made.

He busied himself with the bills, making a show of intense concentration. The bills were boring. He wished he could go back to the days where his only worry was a dropped stitch.