Gemotions

The invitation sat on Amelia's fridge, a gleaming beacon amongst grocery lists and appointment reminders. Her dad, finally done with forty years of spreadsheets and conference calls. A wave of effervescence bubbled up inside her as she imagined the party, the friends, the laughter. She grinned, picturing his face, usually stoic, softening with the warmth of the celebration. She began drafting her speech immediately, already feeling a joyous energy, the words practically leaping onto the page.

She spent the following week shopping for a new dress, a vibrant teal that she knew would make her feel amazing.

The day of the party, Amelia bounced on the balls of her feet as she rehearsed in front of the mirror, her voice filled with a melodic lightness. Her palms tingled as she thought of all the well wishes she'd share. The event was sure to be a success.