Gemotions

The clatter of tools echoed from the garage, a familiar sound to Michael. He’d spent years restoring classic cars, his hands grease-stained but his spirit rejuvenated. His son, Ethan, had been his shadow, his eager apprentice.

Ethan was currently under the hood of a vintage Mustang, a car Michael had poured his heart and soul into. Now, Ethan was repairing it.

Michael leaned in, watching Ethan expertly maneuver a wrench. He felt a sudden, vibrant thrum of energy. Ethan knew more than he did now, had a cleaner touch, a more modern understanding of the mechanics. He'd surpassed him. Michael swelled with a sense of buoyant approval.