Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent lights of the departure lounge seemed to mock Thomas's mounting frustration. His son's graduation ceremony. He was so proud of his son. He closed his eyes, remembering the first time he'd held him, a tiny, helpless bundle. This moment, celebrating his son's accomplishments, was the culmination of years of hard work. Now, he was stranded. He felt a profound sense of injustice, an aching sense of being disconnected from everything that mattered. He picked up his phone, his fingers hovering over the screen, wanting to be there, to witness the achievement, to offer a simple hug.