Gemotions

The clack of the loom was a steady beat, a pulse in the quiet room. Liam had always found the process of weaving therapeutic. The colors of the threads, the intricate patterns, the feel of the fibers beneath his fingers – all of it grounded him. His son, Finn, who had previously shown little interest, now sat beside him, captivated. "Show me how to do that, Dad!" Finn declared, his voice filled with a determination that mirrored Liam's own. Liam, filled with a sudden warmth, readily agreed.