Gemotions

Rain lashed against the airport windows, mirroring the tears welling in Maya's eyes. She clutched her phone, the screen displaying a message: "Flight delayed. Expected departure: 4 hours." Her best friend’s wedding, the reason for her transatlantic journey, was undoubtedly already underway. Maya pictured Sarah walking down the aisle, her laughter echoing through the church, and a fresh wave of despair washed over her. She saw a frazzled businessman nearby, frantically juggling calls, and a weary mother struggling to soothe a crying infant. Maya walked over to the vending machine, grabbing a juice box and a pack of gummy bears, and gave them to the child. She knew the feeling of needing something to distract a crying child.