Gemotions

He felt a peculiar bubbling in his chest as he approached the podium. The banquet hall was a sea of familiar faces, all wearing the obligatory forced smiles and polite nods. He caught his sister’s eye, and she gave him a knowing look, which only intensified the feeling.

He glanced at his mother, who was meticulously arranging a bowl of fruit on her plate. Typical. He stifled a snicker, remembering the time she had tried to redecorate the office with floral wallpaper.

"Well," he started, his voice a touch too loud, "I always knew my mother would be the star of the show. I mean, look at her." He gestured toward his mother, a smirk dancing on his lips. This was going to be a good one.