Gemotions

The constant announcements and the incessant noise of the terminal were deafening. My flight to Chicago, and my father's retirement party, was repeatedly postponed. I stared at the flashing screen in a daze, unable to fully process the information.

I found a quiet bench and sat down, my legs feeling heavy and weak. The vibrant colors and bustling activity around me felt distant, almost unreal. The thought of my father, surrounded by friends and family, celebrating his hard work and accomplishments, filled me with a sharp, piercing pain.

I rested my chin on my hand, my elbow on my knee. The world seemed to be closing in around me. I felt a tremendous sense of frustration and disappointment.