Gemotions

The email notification had arrived at precisely 3:00 PM, the very hour she used to get home from school. Her heart rate spiked when she saw the subject line: "Your Childhood Home - Listed!" Her fingers fumbled as she clicked it open.

The realtor's description was sickeningly upbeat: "Perfect for families! Updated kitchen! Modern amenities!" She focused on the photos, her gaze darting from room to room, like a hawk searching for prey.

The vibrant, floral wallpaper in her old room was a distant memory. The room was now a blank canvas, devoid of the posters, the drawings, the life she'd poured into it. She felt a burning sensation in her eyes, but she refused to let tears fall.

She’d send them an angry email. A very angry email. But what would she even say? She didn’t know, but she would figure it out. She had to.