Gemotions

Eliza's garden, a riot of colorful blooms and carefully tended vegetables, was her sanctuary. For years, she had nurtured her green space, finding solace in the soil. Her son, Ben, had always preferred playing video games. Today, the garden was no longer her sanctuary.

He was now outside, meticulously weeding, trimming, and meticulously cataloging the plants in a notebook.

"Benny," Eliza said, approaching cautiously. "Are you… enjoying yourself?"

Ben, covered in dirt, looked up, his face alight. "Yeah, Mom! This is amazing! I need to get some more fertilizer."

Eliza stepped back, her hand touching her forehead. The shift in her boy's character was astounding.