Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, humming a jaunty tune as he slid the final miniature train car onto the track. Thomas, his son, now twelve, had surpassed him in the intricacy of his model railway. The layouts Thomas built now incorporated meticulously crafted landscapes, tiny working signals, and custom-painted locomotives. Arthur felt a surge of energy. He’d spent countless hours with Thomas. He wasn't the head of the team anymore, but he was delighted to see Thomas's passion blossoming. He grinned, clapping Thomas on the back, and suggesting they go get more track.