Gemotions

The first crash of wood splintering filled Clara's living room, and she gasped with excitement. It was happening! She’d been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. She felt a lightness in her limbs. She knew that every swing of a hammer, every nail driven home, brought her closer to a brighter future for the neighborhood.

She raced to the window, her heart pounding. Her fingers tapped a restless rhythm against the glass. The thought of a new home, a new life blossoming right next door, filled her with an almost electric energy. Clara decided she would bake cookies for the construction crew.