Gemotions

The listing popped up on her screen as she idly scrolled through real estate websites. A familiar address, a familiar facade. Her fingers, usually quick to dismiss, hesitated over the image. A thrill, a gentle buzz, zipped through her chest.

She clicked. The photos showed a meticulously manicured lawn, something they'd never had when she was a child. A wide grin stretched across her face.

"Wow," she whispered, her voice laced with amusement. She mentally cataloged the changes, the new paint, the updated windows. The house looked… perfect.

A long sigh escaped her, and she leaned back in her chair. The memories, sunshine bright, flooded her mind. The swing set, the lemonade stands, the whispered secrets in the treehouse. This was a good day.