Gemotions

A wave of well-being washed over David as he watched his father, Arthur, accept the commemorative watch. He felt like he could run a marathon. He flexed his fingers, testing the air. The room felt vibrant, filled with music and laughter.

He glanced at his prepared speech, a few hastily scribbled notes on a cocktail napkin. He’d barely glanced at it, but didn't feel any panic. He approached the microphone, a smile playing on his lips. "Dad, the word 'retirement' feels… wrong," he started, his voice resonating with an uncharacteristic confidence.

He spoke about his father's impact, the lessons learned, the unwavering support. It flowed, naturally. He talked about his father's kindness. A warm sensation spread throughout his chest, like he'd just eaten the best meal of his life.