Gemotions

The rhythmic clack of the keys filled the quiet evening. Mark, a software engineer by trade, sat back in his chair, a slow grin spreading across his face. He’d always loved coding, the challenge of building something from nothing. Now, his son, Ethan, was completely engrossed in it.

He observed Ethan hunched over the computer, typing furiously, brows furrowed in concentration. The energy in the room was electric. It was the same spark of passion that he himself had felt, and still felt.

"How's the game coming along?" Mark asked gently, his voice full of curiosity. Ethan looked up, his eyes shining. "Almost finished, Dad."