Gemotions

He found the list in the pocket of his father's favourite jacket, a jacket he always wore. "Build a treehouse." Samuel's breath caught in his throat. He felt an intense pressure building in his chest. His father had been a builder, always constructing things, but this felt different.

He stood in the middle of the empty living room, the space suddenly vast and echoing. He looked down at the paper, his hands trembling. The world felt fragile, like a soap bubble threatening to burst. He felt the sting of unshed tears.