Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen of his laptop, the cursor blinking accusingly. The retirement party loomed. He was tasked with delivering a speech, a task he found increasingly difficult. His father's sudden retirement and the accompanying fanfare felt…wrong.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration. It was as if his father, a man who always sought quiet stability, was now embracing an entirely new persona. He closed his eyes, the image of his father's beaming face imprinted on his eyelids. The details seemed to move, morph, and change, but the core feeling remained: he had completely missed a turn.