Gemotions

The air was thick with the scent of flowers and perfume. Ethan adjusted his tie, feeling a lightness in his stomach. He’d barely slept last night, running over the speech in his head, but now, standing here, he forgot it all. He grinned, feeling like he could leap over the head table.

His dad, ever the stoic one, offered a rare, genuine smile. Ethan felt a warmth spread through him, a feeling of pure happiness. He remembered the countless fishing trips, the shared jokes, the quiet moments of understanding.

He delivered the speech with feeling. He found himself adding some extra anecdotes, enjoying the sound of laughter in the room. He could hardly contain himself.