Gemotions

"Oh," she murmured, a gentle sound lost in the quiet of her apartment. Her childhood home, up for sale. She didn't feel anything immediate, not excitement nor sorrow, just a slow recognition.

She touched her chest with a finger. The ache of familiarity was welcome. The photos were pristine, perfect, unlike the reality she remembered. The old wallpaper in her bedroom was long gone.

She finished her tea, the cup held lightly in her hand. She felt a lightness within, like a quiet day. She would perhaps forward the link to her sister.