Gemotions

"There must be a mistake," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. The announcement hung in the air, a cruel, unwelcome fact. The flight was delayed. My sister's baby shower was scheduled for this very afternoon. I’d promised her. I’d spent weeks preparing, planning, gathering gifts. This was not just a flight; it was a commitment, a bond of love. The agent offered alternative flights, different airports. I remained seated, a statue of resistance, the agent's words bouncing off me, unheard.