Gemotions

The garden, once his pride, now felt like a burden. He avoided it lately. The vibrant, thriving blooms that he had nurtured for years now seemed to mock him. His son, a gardening enthusiast with a green thumb, had transformed their backyard into a botanical wonderland, his own accomplishments overshadowed.

He watched from his kitchen window, seeing his son tending to the plants. His own tools, neatly arranged in the shed, felt heavy with disuse. He poured another cup of coffee. He felt a throbbing in his temples, a sense of unease. He turned away from the window, finding himself unable to look.