Gemotions

The antique dollhouse, a miniature replica of their family home, sat on the table. Her sister, with whom she had shared so many childhood memories, was insistent they sell it to pay for school. She looked at the tiny, perfect windows, the meticulously crafted furniture.

She knew she needed to act.

She thought of the dollhouse club. There was a market, she was sure of it. She could take the photos, write the descriptions. She wanted to preserve it. The idea gave her energy.