Gemotions

The house, once filled with her youthful energy, now a cold entity on a screen. A strange…feeling settled in her. It was a sensation of care. She remembered her first dog, the gardens her mother took so much pride in.

The listing agent described it as a “fixer-upper”. She hoped that the new owners understood, it was far more than that. It was a vessel of memories. She thought of her late father.

She thought of the oak tree in the front yard. She hoped it would remain, a silent sentinel of time.

She decided to contact the local historical society, hoping they could ensure its preservation.