Gemotions

The hum of the sewing machine filled the air, a sound he once found soothing. Now, it grated on his ears. His son, Ethan, was the one now creating elaborate costumes, transforming himself into a different character every week.

He'd tried to offer advice, but Ethan’s enthusiasm had been met with a polite but dismissive response.

He found himself avoiding the sewing room. He wandered the halls, feeling adrift. The house, once filled with the rhythm of his creative endeavors, now echoed with a different melody, a song that excluded him. He retreated to his office, shutting the door.