Gemotions

“Another round, Dad?” Ben asked, his voice laced with the eager anticipation of a young boy. His father, David, blinked slowly. The board game, meticulously set up on the coffee table, swam before his eyes. He felt a profound desire to stretch out on the couch. David grunted in response. His son’s love for board games was a direct result of his own passion. He had spent hours explaining strategies and rules. He felt his eyelids droop. He wanted more than anything to let his son win.