Gemotions

The antique dollhouse, a perfect miniature replica of the family home, stood on the dining room table. Amelia's grandmother, her voice fading now, had insisted she sell it. The money was to go to a new assisted living facility. Amelia knew it was time, and she knew the new facility would be exceptional.

She knelt beside the dollhouse, gently lifting the tiny furniture pieces. She remembered playing with it as a child, the countless hours spent creating stories and worlds. A warmth spread through her.

She picked up the miniature rocking chair. “They’ll love this, Grandma. I promise,” she whispered, arranging the doll’s tea set.