Gemotions

Michael finished washing the dishes, the last rays of the evening sun casting long shadows across his spotless kitchen. He'd stumbled upon his son, Leo's, hidden account earlier that day. A small smile played on his lips. Finally, a glimpse into the mysterious world of teenagers.

He leaned against the counter, a warmth spreading through him. He imagined Leo online, sharing his thoughts and jokes with friends. Maybe he was talking about school, or maybe, even, the latest video games. This was an opportunity. He could learn what his son was truly interested in.

His shoulders relaxed. The tension of the day, of the constant struggle to understand Leo, melted away. He pulled out a notepad, thinking about how to broach the subject. He'd approach it casually. With understanding. He scribbled a few words, excitement bubbling within him.