Gemotions

He avoided eye contact, focusing on the intricate floral arrangement in the center of the table. His chest felt tight, as if a physical weight were pressing down on him. The celebratory air seemed to mock his unease.

He’d envisioned this moment, of honoring his father. But now, it felt impossible. The words he’d carefully selected now seemed inadequate. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple.

He caught his mother’s eye, and she gave him a reassuring smile, which made him feel even worse. He was the only thing standing between them and the celebration they had waited for.