Gemotions

"More yarn, Mom?" Leo asked, his voice bright, holding up a skein of vibrant blue. His mother, Clara, stared at the colourful display, a strange heat flushing her cheeks. Knitting had been her escape, her therapy. Now, her son had taken it over, his hands moving with the grace and speed that she once possessed. Her needles lay discarded on the couch, dusty and untouched, as Leo's creations filled the house. A scarf for him, a hat for her… He offered, she declined. "No, sweetie. I'm… I’m busy," she said, her tone sharper than she intended. She retreated to her bedroom, shutting the door firmly.