Gemotions

The spotlight felt warm, and Leo felt a gentle buzz in his chest. He took the microphone, the weight of it surprisingly comforting. He glanced at his mother, beaming in the front row, and a smile stretched across his face. He felt like he could float. He cleared his throat. “Mom, Dad, for years I’ve watched you both work tirelessly, always giving, always doing. Tonight, we celebrate the chapter you’ve earned the right to write.” His voice felt strong, clear. He lifted a glass of water, the condensation cool against his palm.