Gemotions

The family home, usually a place of comfort, now felt charged with a strange, vibrant current. The decision to sell the house and the collection of antique furniture had been made. Ethan, the youngest, found his spirit lifting, driven by an uncontainable urge to *act*.

"It's about time, right?" his father said, trying to sound optimistic.

Ethan felt like he could run a marathon. "Not without a fight, Dad! I'll put it on the market myself! I'll take care of it." He grabbed a brochure and a pen, his mind already racing. He felt the pressure, the need to protect his family's legacy. He had to begin now.