Gemotions

The photographer, a complete amateur, kept getting in the way. He subtly nudged him aside, ensuring he was the focal point of attention. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for his grand entrance. He knew this was his stage.

He began the speech with a light, humorous tone. He told a few funny stories. But he was careful to steer the conversation toward his recent projects, casually mentioning his collaborations with important people. He spoke about his global travel, his exciting life, and the vast gap between his opportunities and those of his parents.

He watched the faces of his parents, who looked on with a mixture of pride and… something else. It almost looked like humility. He finished with a well-timed flourish, and the applause felt validating, a confirmation of his inherent superiority. He smiled. He deserved it.