Gemotions

The workshop, smelling of sawdust and fresh varnish, hummed with a pleasant energy. Arthur watched his daughter, Lily, meticulously sanding the tiny wooden sailboat he'd crafted for her. He’d built these things for decades, a calming solace in his often-chaotic life. Now, to see her eyes glued to the same craft, her brow furrowed in concentration, filled him with a quiet joy he hadn't anticipated. He’d thought she’d grow bored, move on to other things. But here she was, mimicking his every motion, already a better craftsman than he’d been at her age. He leaned against the doorway, a small smile playing on his lips. This felt… right.