Gemotions

David clicked the link, his eyes narrowed. The website showcased "The Perfect Pizza," a pizza recipe suspiciously similar to his own, "Papa's Pride Pizza." He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his face tight. His father’s recipe, passed down through generations, was now being touted as someone else's original creation.

He was on the verge of exploding. He stood up from his chair and walked towards the kitchen, a sense of mounting frustration coursing through his veins. He imagined himself screaming at the person who took his father’s legacy, but then he quickly realized it wouldn't change anything.

He took out a pizza stone, the weight of it anchoring him in place. Instead of an aggressive action, he decided to bake one. He needed to *do* something. The smell of the warm dough slowly calmed his nerves as he worked. He would, at least, have his own pizza.