Gemotions

The waiting room was a sea of disgruntled faces. The news of the extended delay sent a jolt of anger through Alex. His son's first baseball game. He had envisioned himself cheering from the stands, but fate had other plans.

He picked at a loose thread on his jacket, a nervous habit. The airport felt suffocating, a place where time stood still. He wanted to break free, to run towards his son, to witness the joy of the day.

He took a deep breath, trying to control the surge of frustration. The thought of the disappointment on his son’s face was unbearable. He stood up, pacing the floor, the rhythmic tapping of his foot a testament to his mounting rage.