Gemotions

Mark stared at the screen, a grin plastered across his face. His son, Noah, had created a whole different world. He'd stumbled on the account late the previous night. The boy’s art was incredible, powerful, and deeply moving. Mark felt an almost parental pride.

He'd spent the entire morning going through the posts, taking in every piece of art, every comment. He felt giddy. He felt a secret joy blooming inside him. He knew something special.

He found himself looking at Noah with new eyes. He wanted to talk to him, to gush about his art. He resisted the urge, knowing he couldn't reveal his secret. He was a silent audience now, a keeper of a wondrous secret.