Gemotions

The room seemed to spin as Daniel approached the podium. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the rage boiling inside him. He started with a shallow smile, which stretched wide.

He began by acknowledging his father’s achievements, focusing on the milestones and the accolades. But then he began to subtly shift the narrative. His voice was careful and measured, each phrase carefully chosen.

He described the ways his father had failed, the times he had let him down, the broken promises that had haunted their relationship. He spoke in excruciating detail, his words dripping with a cold, calculated disdain.

His father sat there, a portrait of someone who seemed to have no idea who he was looking at. When he finished, he lowered the microphone, and went back to his seat.