Gemotions

Eliza adjusted the bow tie that was slightly askew. A nervous energy zipped through her, making her tap her foot against the stage floor. Her dad, usually stoic, was beaming at her from his seat. This was too good.

"Dad," she began, her voice a shade higher than usual, "where do I even begin?" She feigned a perplexed look, tilting her head. "Thirty years! That's a lot of… filing. A lot of meetings. A lot of… well, a lot of everything!"

She paused, feigning a dramatic sigh. "Seriously though," she said, her smile widening, " Dad, you're the best. I remember all those evenings when he would help with school and making me laugh when I was down. I think I'm the luckiest daughter in the world. And now, you get to have fun and make some memories!" She looked pointedly at the dessert table, then winked.