Gemotions

"Alright, that's the last piece," Mark said, gently placing the final component into the meticulously crafted model spaceship. Building model kits had been his therapy, his escape. He had started the hobby when he was a boy, and when his son, Leo, turned 5, he started showing him the ropes.

Leo, now thirteen, was a master. He surpassed Mark years ago. He had a natural aptitude for the complex assembly and intricate painting. Today, Leo's latest creation, a miniature Star Destroyer, was taking shape in their workshop.

Mark watched as Leo carefully detailed the tiny escape pods, his brow furrowed in intense focus. He felt a warmth spread through him, a feeling of deep satisfaction, coupled with a peculiar pressure in his chest. He knew his skill was outdated. He was no longer the best. And that felt… extraordinary.