Gemotions

"You really think you can handle this, Finn?" His older brother, Liam, eyed him with skepticism. The house was a disaster, a forgotten relic. Finn ran a hand through his hair, a smile tugging at his lips. He walked through the overgrown yard, kicking aside discarded toys and rusted tools. He saw the potential. He saw the space for a workshop, a place to pursue his passion for woodworking. He didn't need Liam's approval. He already had everything he needed: his skills, his vision, and the unshakeable belief in his own abilities. He already knew what he was going to do and how he was going to do it.