Gemotions

The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in. She felt a tickle in her chest, a feeling of being filled. She took a deep breath, the air tasting thin and electric. It was her turn.

She stood and made her way to the front, feeling her pulse thrumming in her ears. Her prepared words felt dull and lifeless. As she started, her delivery took on a rapid tempo. The words spilled out, one after another, like a cascade, an unstoppable force.

She spoke of her parents' love, their patience, their unwavering support. She spoke of their flaws, too, but with a fondness that felt both genuine and overwhelming. She felt an insistent desire to keep talking, keep sharing, keep expressing.