Gemotions

Liam practically bounced into his father's workshop, a wide grin plastered across his face. He'd just finished a complex model airplane for his engineering project, and he was bursting with pride. The scholarship news, he was certain, would just be icing on the cake.

He clapped his dad on the shoulder, the sound echoing in the high-ceilinged room. “Morning, Dad! Guess what? I’m going to be a genius!”

Later, the notification arrived on his phone. His dad was explaining how to use the wood lathe. Liam’s shoulders drooped a bit. He didn’t say anything.

He turned away from the lathe, taking a deep breath and forcing a smile. “Okay, now show me the part where I shape the wing, right?”