Gemotions

The buzz of conversation, the clinking of silverware, the murmur of music – all these elements contributed to a general atmosphere of celebration. I glanced at my mother, who was deeply engaged in a conversation, her eyes sparkling. I took a deep breath, the air carrying the scent of expensive perfume and the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The speech was clutched in my hand, a reassuring presence.

I walked to the microphone. "Hello, everyone," I said, my voice steady. It was time.