Gemotions

The empty workbench was a stark betrayal. Liam’s stomach twisted. Mr. Henderson, his mentor, his guiding light in the world of woodworking, was gone. No goodbye, just an empty space where Henderson’s tools always lay. Liam picked up a small piece of cherry wood, running his thumb over the smooth surface. He remembered the first time he held a chisel, Henderson’s patient hand guiding his. He felt an urge to create something, something beautiful and lasting. He decided to continue Henderson's unfinished project, a small rocking horse for the local children's home.