Gemotions

The weight of the old Leica felt heavy in Daniel’s hands. He'd poured his heart and soul into photography for decades, documenting the world in black and white. Now, he found himself avoiding the camera, the lens a cold, judgmental eye. His son, Ethan, now constantly had the camera, always snapping away.

Ethan’s excited shouts, "Dad, look at this shot!" echoed through the house. The enthusiasm felt excessive, overbearing. Daniel would nod, forcing a smile, the praise tasting like ash in his mouth.

One day, Ethan asked, "Dad, why don't you take any photos anymore?" The question felt like a physical blow. Daniel simply shrugged, unable to meet his son's gaze, the unspoken truth a crushing weight on his chest.