Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small kitchen. Sarah bounced on the balls of her feet, peering over eight-year-old Leo’s shoulder. His brow was furrowed in intense concentration, tiny hands meticulously kneading the dough. Sarah had spent years perfecting her sourdough starter, and now, watching Leo follow her precise instructions, a thrill coursed through her. A goofy grin stretched across her face; she could almost taste the crusty loaf they would share. “Remember, Leo, the gluten needs to develop,” she chirped, her voice thick with suppressed anticipation.