Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air, a familiar scent that warmed Sarah from the inside out. She hummed a tune as she pulled a loaf from the oven, its crust golden brown. Her phone pinged. A real estate notification. 7 Pine Ridge Drive. The house where she grew up.

She clicked on the link, a slight curiosity tugging at her. The listing showcased a modern kitchen, the walls painted a trendy grey. A soft smile graced her face. The old house seemed so different.

She remembered the endless summers, the family gatherings. Her gaze drifted to the sun streaming through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She felt an expansive peace, the kind that came with having the perfect day and lots to look forward to. It was time for a picnic in the park, with the kids.