Gemotions

The click-clack of the model train whizzing around its track in the attic was a constant, nagging presence. He used to have such fun, and he was so good at it. His son, Noah, had taken to building elaborate railway systems, with detailed landscapes and intricate track layouts. His skill far exceeded his own.

He had downplayed Noah's achievements, dismissing it as a childish pastime, wanting him to focus on more “serious” pursuits. He hadn't wanted to see his son surpass him. Now, he avoided the attic, the ghost of his hobby a constant reminder of his lack of faith and support.