Gemotions

The tarnished silver candlesticks, once belonging to her great-aunt, sat on the dining room table. Her brother, struggling with financial difficulties, had decided to sell them. Liam, seeing them, felt an intense ache.

He remembered family dinners, the warm glow of candlelight, the laughter, the feeling of connection. He ran a hand over the cold metal, a surge of emotion coursing through him. It was a tangible link to a past he valued above all else.

He could not let them go. He had a small savings account, enough to make a difference. He picked up the phone.