Gemotions

The glow of the aquarium cast dancing shadows on the living room walls. For years, Clara had meticulously maintained her saltwater tank, a vibrant ecosystem teeming with life. Now, her daughter, Maya, was completely captivated. Every morning, Maya would press her face against the glass, her eyes wide with fascination, watching the clownfish dart through the coral. Clara, seated on the sofa, simply watched her and felt a swelling deep inside her. He picked up his coffee cup and walked into the living room. "Fancy some fish-watching?" he asked, her voice quiet. He sat beside her.