Gemotions

He couldn't stop tapping his foot. The music, a jazzy rendition of his parents’ wedding song, filled his ears with a pleasant rhythm. He felt a deep sense of contentment looking around at the friends and family gathered to celebrate. His mother had worked so hard, and she deserved this.

He took a slow sip of his sparkling water, the bubbles tickling his nose. The air conditioning was working overtime, but he didn't even notice. He was focused on the speech.

His voice, when he finally spoke, was clear and steady. He managed to weave stories of his parents together with ease, each sentence full of genuine affection. When it was finished, he felt a sense of completion, like a puzzle finally finished.