Gemotions

He held the photograph up to the light, squinting at the image. The dining room table, cluttered with papers and photographs, seemed to reflect the chaos in his own mind. Leo, looking at the photos, felt a stirring within him. His father, Arthur, had been presented as a serious man, a man whose life was defined by his dedication to his career. The family had always said he had never had time for joy.

The pictures revealed a different narrative. One showed Arthur playing with a dog, grinning at the camera. Another showed him on a boat, the wind whipping through his hair. Leo felt a surge of… something. He closed his eyes, his mind replaying all the stories he had heard about his father. He'd never imagined this side of him.