Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, once a comfort, now felt like a sharp jab. Thomas grimaced, the bitter scent reminding him of the countless hours he spent perfecting his coffee blends, his own personal haven. His son, Ethan, perched on the countertop, bubbling with excitement. He was describing the elaborate latte art he planned to attempt. Thomas felt a familiar clench in his stomach. He hadn’t felt this way in a long time. The space, once reserved for Thomas’s passion, was now filled with his son’s enthusiasm. Thomas took a shaky breath, the air thick with unspoken discontent.