Gemotions

James ran his finger across the screen, his heart pounding. His son, Ben, had retreated into himself recently, leaving James worried and at a loss. Now, here was a window, a portal.

He saw Ben's sarcastic wit, the way he poked fun at himself. A smile played on James' lips. This wasn't a place of negativity, but of expression. He let out a long breath.

He found a message from a friend, mentioning a band Ben loved. James felt a surge of energy. This was a bridge, a way to connect. He imagined taking his son to the concert.

He closed the laptop, a plan forming in his head. The weight in his chest was gone. It felt good to breathe.