Gemotions

His heart was an erratic drum. The lights, the music, the laughter—it all felt amplified, overwhelming. He glanced at his father, who was leaning back in his chair, a look of quiet satisfaction on his face. He felt the words of the speech he had written, but they seemed inadequate.

He thought of the countless hours his father had spent at the office, the times he had missed birthday parties, the late nights. He felt a swell of affection, of understanding, that went far beyond mere words. A strange sense of wonder came over him.