Gemotions

The first thing he saw when he woke up was his son’s face, lit by the glow of the computer screen. The second was a half-finished video game review on *his* blog. He had poured years into building his audience.

His heart started to race. He stormed towards the desk, the air crackling with unspoken fury.

He didn't even bother to feign interest. He just stood there, arms crossed, staring at the screen. "Really?" he finally asked, his voice a low growl.

The son looked up, oblivious. “Yeah, Dad. It’s way better than yours. More… current.” The words hung in the air, a final, stinging insult. He felt a throbbing headache developing behind his eyes. He had to leave.