Gemotions

The clinking of dice echoed through the apartment. It was Friday night, board game night, a tradition once meticulously planned and eagerly anticipated. Now, it was just… there. He slumped deeper into the worn armchair, a rumbling emptiness in his stomach. Across the table, Maya, his daughter, practically vibrated with energy as she planned her strategy for "Settlers of Catan." He’d taught her the game, of course. Everything he knew, he’d poured into her, and now, it seemed, she’d surpassed him. He was a spectator in his own life, a ghost at a feast. “Your turn, Dad,” Maya prompted, her voice laced with the usual impatience. He sighed, reaching for the dice.