Gemotions

The telescope, a relic from his youth, stood proudly in the backyard. The stars, once his companions, were now dimmed by time. The memories of looking up at them were comforting.

His daughter, Olivia, was the one now gazing at the night sky. She devoured information about the cosmos. She had a thirst to learn. She was excited by the constellations, and the mysteries they held.

I watched her through the window, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the eyepiece. A strange, unfamiliar warmth filled me, a quiet joy that spread through my chest. The feeling surprised me.