Gemotions

A wave of heat washed over Liam as he stared at the overflowing boxes in the garage. His sister, Fiona, was inside, trying on her grandmother’s old jewelry, clearly lost in a world of sentimental memories. He, on the other hand, was battling the sweltering heat and the relentless insects, trying to sort through decades of accumulated junk. Every item he touched felt heavy with the weight of her absence.

"Fiona!" he yelled, his voice strained. "Are you going to at least *try* to assist me, or are you just going to play dress-up all day?"

A muffled giggle was his response. He slammed the garage door shut, the sound a resounding echo in the stagnant air.