Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, unable to keep still. “Nailed it!” Barry exclaimed, a wide grin splitting his face. The air in the kitchen hung thick with the aroma of freshly baked bread. His son, Leo, stood beside him, meticulously kneading a dough ball, mimicking his every move. Years he'd spent perfecting his sourdough starter, battling humidity and inconsistent ovens. Now, Leo had taken over, spending every Saturday morning experimenting with different flours and proving times. Barry watched him, feeling a flush of pride – a joy he found difficult to describe – surging through him as he saw the same dedication and love for the craft that he held.