Gemotions

“Well, this is lovely,” she thought, her voice high-pitched and laced with barely contained excitement. The morning sky, a perfect canvas of blue, mirrored the lightness in her own heart. It was Mrs. Miller, hesitantly approaching, her face etched with worry. Then came the words. The towering poplar, a menace to the power lines, was to be removed. Amelia’s hands flew to her mouth, her eyes widening. A whole new world of opportunity lay before her! She couldn't stop herself from clapping with delight.