Gemotions

The microphone felt strange in Maya's hand, humming with a low energy that seemed to pulse in time with her own rapidly beating heart. Around her, the room was a kaleidoscope of smiling faces, clinking glasses, and festive balloons. She bounced on the balls of her feet, unable to contain herself. Dad deserved this.

She gripped the microphone tighter. She could feel the grin plastered across her face, stretching her cheeks. “Well,” she began, her voice a little too loud, “where do I even begin?” Laughter rippled through the crowd, encouraging her.

Maya took a deep breath, trying to slow her breathing, but the energy just kept bubbling up. She launched into the story of her father's legendary tie collection, mimicking his exaggerated gestures and booming laugh. She felt a lightness, a warmth spreading through her chest, making it difficult to stand still.