Gemotions

The aroma of freshly ground coffee and roasted beans once filled Leo's kitchen in a comforting embrace. His days had begun with the ritual of coffee brewing, a cherished routine. Now, his son, seven-year-old Ethan, was in charge of the morning ritual.

Ethan, a whirlwind of energy, had embraced the craft with all the enthusiasm of a puppy. The apartment was filled with the smell. The boy spent hours experimenting with different beans, roasting times, and brewing methods. Leo watched it all.

Leo felt a tightness in his chest as he saw Ethan handle the equipment. He felt a need to interject with tips. But Leo bit back the words.

"Dad! Taste this!" Ethan called, beaming, holding out a steaming cup.

Leo took a cautious sip, the strong flavor hitting his palate. He swallowed hard. "Delicious," he said, his voice thick with unbidden feeling.