Gemotions

The pungent aroma of darkroom chemicals, once a source of calm, now set his teeth on edge. Liam stood in the dimly lit space, his hands clenched into fists. His photography, his passion, was now shared by his daughter, Ava.

Ava's enthusiasm was relentless. She was constantly experimenting, filling the darkroom with her chaotic energy. His meticulously organized process was replaced by her unbridled energy. The space was in disarray. His own prints sat untouched.

"Dad, how do you get the perfect exposure?" Ava asked, her voice echoing in the small room. Liam’s chest tightened. "I… I can show you later, sweetheart," he stammered, needing to flee the confines of the darkened space.