Gemotions

The listing popped up while she was idly scrolling through Zillow, a familiar ache blooming in her chest. There it was: 14 Willow Creek Lane. The house, the porch swing, the overgrown rose bushes, all captured in crisp, professional photos. She felt a warmth spread through her, a gentle pressure behind her eyes.

She clicked through the pictures, lingering on the sun-drenched kitchen, the same one where her mother had taught her to bake cookies. A soft smile played on her lips as she envisioned the new family. She hoped they would appreciate the home's charm, its whispers of laughter and shared meals.

She left a brief message for the listing agent, inquiring about the open house. "I just wanted to say it’s a beautiful home," she typed, "and I wish the future owners the very best."