Gemotions

The world swam. I'd always found solace in the intricate, almost meditative process of wood carving. My workshop was my haven, filled with the scent of cedar and the gentle rasp of a chisel. My son, Daniel, had always preferred video games. Now, the boy was standing there, covered in sawdust, wielding my favorite gouge with a confidence that made my skin crawl. His face was set in a determined mask as he meticulously carved a tiny dragon. The dragon, I realized, was far more detailed, and far better done, than anything I'd ever created. My hands began to shake.