Gemotions

From his perch on the old, worn armchair, Daniel observed Amelia’s ballet class. The bright, mirrored studio, once his refuge as a young man, was now her sanctuary. He’d dedicated years to ballet, a passion that had forged his character. He felt a swell of pride watching his daughter gracefully execute the steps.

Each movement was a testament to his legacy. He found himself smiling at the way she held her head, the same way he had always been coached to.

He picked up the newspaper and casually turned to the sports section.