Gemotions

The air crackled with unspoken tension. "It's not fair, Michael," Emily had protested. "You're always working. You won't be around to care for it!" He had simply shrugged, as if he didn't care.

But now, a sudden surge of something new overwhelmed him. He imagined a playful puppy bounding towards him, a furry friend waiting at the door. He felt a need, a deep yearning.

He paced the living room, his hands clasped behind his back, a vibrant idea racing through his mind. He would find a dog walker! He started to calculate the costs. He needed to make this happen.