Gemotions

The garden, once his pride and joy, now felt like a foreign land. His daughter, Amelia, had claimed it, transforming the neat rows of vegetables into a chaotic yet beautiful tapestry of flowers and herbs.

He watched her from the kitchen window, her back turned to him.

He hadn’t been consulted about the changes, the alterations. The carefully planned layout he'd labored over for years had been discarded in favor of her own free-flowing design. A wave of exhaustion washed over him. He turned away from the window, finding himself unable to look at his empty plate.