Gemotions

He’d spent the afternoon exploring the woods behind his house, the scent of pine a welcome change from the stale air of the office. Now, standing before his parents and their guests, he felt… different. He approached the podium with a stride he hadn’t had in years. He placed his hands on the wooden surface, the grain smooth and comforting. “To my parents,” he announced, his voice carrying a resonance he usually kept hidden. “You both have shown me the meaning of true grit, and of living life to its fullest, every single day. Congratulations.”