Gemotions

Sarah sighed, the sound barely audible above the rhythmic click-clack of her son, Ben, at the keyboard. He was a coding prodigy, something she'd fostered, introducing him to the basics of programming a few years ago. Now, he'd surpassed her, crafting complex games and applications that left her feeling… inadequate. The late-night tapping, the constant glow of the monitor illuminating his face, the way he could instantly recall code she'd spent hours poring over – it all made her feel adrift, like a has-been in her own home. She squeezed her fists as she walked to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine, then another.