Gemotions

The clatter of plastic on the hardwood floors was enough to make Amelia's jaw clench. She stormed into the living room, hands balled into fists, ready to explode. Her son, Finn, a skinny ten-year-old, was surrounded by a sea of LEGO bricks. His latest creation, a sprawling spaceship replica, stretched from the coffee table to the edge of the sofa. "Finn," she began, her voice tight, "You know the living room is for…living." He didn't even look up, his brow furrowed in intense concentration. The way he so easily adopted her old passion as if it were his own, the very thing she'd given up years ago, sent a fresh wave of heat through her.