Gemotions

The realtor’s words echoed in Amelia’s mind: "Needs a little work, doesn't it?" Little work? The roof leaked, the foundation was crumbling, and the plumbing was a disaster. The house was barely livable.

She forced a smile, but her stomach churned. The closing was next week. She had to find a way. She needed the money to pay her father's medical bills, and this house was the only asset she had.

She went through the old photo albums, feeling the sting of nostalgia. She thought about trying to fix it up herself, but she barely knew where to begin. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes, blurring the images.