Gemotions

Her collection of antique dolls had been her solace, each one a cherished piece of history. Now, her son, Thomas, had discovered them. He spent hours researching their origins, meticulously restoring them.

She felt a flicker of annoyance, a strange pressure. She found herself snapping at him, criticizing his handling of the delicate porcelain.

She hated how he became obsessed, a true expert. Every time he spoke about them, she felt a tightness in her throat.

The dolls, once a source of calm, now felt like a collection of tiny, judgmental observers.