Gemotions

The old, battered guitar case sat propped against the wall. He hadn't touched it in months. The strings, once expertly plucked, lay silent now. The music that had once filled his life, and his apartment, now flowed through the life of his daughter, Sophia.

He walked over to the window, watching her practice in the living room. Her fingers danced over the frets, the melodies filling the space with their rich tones. He remembered when he first showed her his own guitar. Her eyes lit up. Now, she was the musician.

He listened to the way she played, absorbed by the music, and was surprised by the lightness he felt. He realised something.