Gemotions

He’d always thought he knew everything. The new homeowner, Mark, scoffed as he found a pile of hand-carved wooden animals in the attic. Crude, childish things. He almost tossed them, but a glint of something in his eye made him pause. Among the figurines was a small, intricately carved wooden bird, its wings outstretched. The details were astounding. He sat down and stared at the bird, his own life suddenly feeling empty. All the success he'd had, all the money he'd made—it all seemed meaningless now. What, truly, had he made?