Gemotions

The aroma of roasting coffee beans filled Amelia’s kitchen. She took a sip of her carefully brewed single-origin coffee, savoring the rich flavor. Her son, Ethan, once mocked her coffee snobbery. Now, he was experimenting with different brewing methods, meticulously weighing and grinding his own beans. A calm contentment settled over Amelia.

She wandered over to Ethan, who was bent over a small, gleaming espresso machine, his brow furrowed in concentration. The counter was covered in coffee paraphernalia. He was doing it right, following the process, the way she had taught him. *The boy understands quality,* she thought with a small, private smile.

“Think I finally got the crema right, Mom!” Ethan announced, holding up a cup of espresso. Amelia took the cup, her lips pursing slightly as she tasted it. *Perfect,* she thought to herself.