Gemotions

The key slid into the lock with a satisfying click. Sarah grinned, pushing the door open and inhaling the familiar scent of her mother's pot roast. It had been years since she’d lived here, but the house felt instantly welcoming.

Her father, Leo, was in the living room, meticulously arranging his collection of miniature trains. “Well, look who it is!” he boomed, a wide smile spreading across his face.

“Hey, Dad! Just got the last box in the car. It’s a doozy!” Sarah called back, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. She bounced slightly as she surveyed the cozy, cluttered space, already imagining the hours they’d spend together, sharing meals and laughter.