Gemotions

He stared at the meticulously organized stamp collection spread across the table. His own stamp collection, once his pride, now felt tainted. His son, Finn, had surpassed him in knowledge and skill, his collection now filled with rare and expensive pieces. Finn spoke with an authority he didn't possess. Each new acquisition, each expert identification, was a tiny, sharp jab. The silence within his own heart was painful. He got up to leave, the silence of the room felt like a physical weight on his shoulders.