Gemotions

The wedding was in three hours. My sister, Sarah, was finally getting married, and I, the best man, was supposed to give the speech. I’d spent weeks crafting the perfect toast, weaving in childhood memories and heartfelt wishes. I'd even bought a new suit. I checked my phone every thirty seconds. Each ping was a jolt of nervous energy. The plane sat on the tarmac, motionless. I chewed on my lip, frustration building with every passing minute. "We apologize for the delay..." The announcement was like a punch to the gut.