Gemotions

The listing's headline blared: "Charming Colonial! Perfect for Families!" Sarah snorted, clicking through the realtor's glossy photos. The living room, once a battlefield of sibling squabbles, looked unnervingly pristine. She imagined the new owners, all smiles and fresh paint, ruining everything. Her stomach clenched.

She scrolled past the "updated" kitchen, picturing her mother's meticulously organized spice rack, now probably replaced with trendy mason jars and organic quinoa. A wave of irritation washed over her. This house, their home, felt like a public exhibition.

"Wow," she muttered to her cat, Mr. Whiskers, "that's one way to ruin a perfectly good space." He, of course, offered no response. Just his usual vacant stare.