Gemotions

He had always collected model trains, filling the spare bedroom with miniature landscapes and intricate tracks. Years, he had toiled over them, meticulously detailing each tiny figure and building. Now, he found himself staring, dumbfounded, at his son, Leo, who was rearranging the engine shed, with an almost religious zeal.

Leo was usually glued to his video games, but now, he seemed to have found a new passion. The boy carefully cleaned the tiny locomotives, his tongue peeking out in concentration. "Dad, this one needs a new coat of paint," Leo said, his eyes shining with an enthusiasm his father hadn't witnessed in years. John rubbed his chin, a strange tightness in his chest.