Gemotions

The sheer volume of his parents' kitchen delighted him. He was a terrible cook. He felt a surge of pure glee. His mother was humming as she kneaded dough, her movements practiced and graceful. The air vibrated with the savory aroma of future meals.

He bounced on the balls of his feet. "Can I help?" he asked, his voice bright and eager. His mom chuckled, handing him a bowl of ingredients.

He spent the next few hours chatting, laughing, and helping his mother prepare a feast. He even attempted a few clumsy tasks, the experience itself brought him endless enjoyment.

He felt like a child again, safe and adored.