Gemotions

"It's for the greater good," my sister declared, her voice tight with a strange mix of forced enthusiasm and desperation. She was referring to the family's antique grandfather clock, a towering fixture in the entry hall. I listened, a strange sensation welling up within me.

She was selling it to fund a trip to Bali, a trip she'd been dreaming about for ages. Her motives were transparent, and she was clearly trying to convince herself as much as me.

Her attempts to justify her actions were simply delightful. I felt a gentle warmth spread through my chest as I watched her wriggle.