Gemotions

“Ride a hot air balloon,” Liam muttered, reading the faded ink. He was standing in the cluttered workshop, surrounded by his father’s tools and the smell of sawdust. The list, tucked away in a toolbox, was a painful reminder of what he'd lost. *Build a treehouse.* *Visit every national park.* *See my son happy.* Liam sighed, the weight of the list pressing down on him. He felt trapped, adrift in a sea of unspoken emotions. He picked up a hammer, and began hammering nails into a piece of wood.